Lyrics
Three thousand tons of canned meat
One thousand tons of rice
Dry your eyes, little one
You're someone's son
And they have to love you
A black hole
Days at night, days at night, days at night
CK jeans, black jumpsuit, yellow mask
CK jeans, black jumpsuit, yellow mask
Never get old to say
All green, all gloom
All moss and lichen
Never get old to say
All green, all gloom
Moss and lichen
We love our football team
Bomb sniffing dogs on their night off
All along the spine
Down
Don't worry, old man
We'll plant your fruit tree in the new land
Children will eat of its fruit
But you won't be there
'Cause you'll be dead, you old coot
Chronology
Interpretations
- The guitar riff at the beginning resembles that of Dairymaid's Lament
- The sound at the end resembles a dial tone
Song themes
