Kick a Picnic - The Residents

Afterwards, it’s like a dream\nYou can’t remember but it seems\nTo stay alive inside your mind\nAnd pray upon your leisure time\nIt happens in an open spot\nThe air is sticky and it’s hot\nFirst they take away our clothes\nThen they lay us down in rows\nA cloud appears and melts away\nThe flesh of some while others stay\nMachines that look like little cars\nConsume the bones and count the scars\nKick a cat, a cat, a cat today\nFish are dumb, pluck an eye from one\nIs everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?\nIs everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?\nIs everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?\nIs everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?\nWe’re in a place that no one knows\nWe are prisoners of those\nNo one sees and no one hears\nBut everybody hates and fears\nEvery day they leave a tray\nAnd take an empty one away\nOn that tray are chicken legs\nPotato salad and some eggs\nIs everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?\nIs everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?\nIs everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?\nIs everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?\nIs everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?\nIs everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?\nIs everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?\nIs everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?\nIs everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?\nIs everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?