מילים לשיר Picnic In The Jungle – Residents

Afterwards, it's like a dream
You can't remember but it seems
And prey upon your leisure time
To stay alive inside your mind It happens in an open spot
Then they lay us down in rows
The air is sticky and it's hot
First they take away our clothes
A cloud appears and melts away
The flesh of some while others stay
Machines that look like little cars In a place that no one knows
We are prisoners of those
That no one sees and no one hears
But everybody hates and fears
Consume the bones and count the scars Potato salad and some eggs
Every day they leave a tray
And take an empty one away
On the tray are chicken legs sallysally@lyrics.ch.