Afterwards, it's like a dream You can't remember but it seems To stay alive inside your mind And pray upon your leisure time It happens in an open spot The air is sticky and it's hot First they take away our clothes Then they lay us down in rows A cloud appears and melts away The flesh of some while others stay Machines that look like little cars Consume the bones and count the scars Kick a cat, a cat, a cat today Fish are dumb, pluck an eye from one Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? We're in a place that no one knows We are prisoners of those No one sees and no one hears But everybody hates and fears Every day they leave a tray And take an empty one away On that tray are chicken legs Potato salad and some eggs Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?
Afterwards, it's like a dream You can't remember but it seems To stay alive inside your mind And pray upon your leisure time It happens in an open spot The air is sticky and it's hot First they take away our clothes Then they lay us down in rows A cloud appears and melts away The flesh of some while others stay Machines that look like little cars Consume the bones and count the scars Kick a cat, a cat, a cat today Fish are dumb, pluck an eye from one Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? We're in a place that no one knows We are prisoners of those No one sees and no one hears But everybody hates and fears Every day they leave a tray And take an empty one away On that tray are chicken legs Potato salad and some eggs Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?
