Smoky Joe's done firing, no use hosing the remains Now we've got drunken heads and charcoal bunnies, funky frosted flakes Now we've got lava lamps, the toast is coasting, blocking all the drains And me and you wound up as effigies and made the hall of fame We are shouting, we are shouting We are screaming We are screaming, ahhh I guess there won't be a model like those folks in old Pompeii Like Tutankhamen, Cutthroat Canyon, Darby's Dungeons in Marseille With kiddies poking and provoking, scratching, fucking (out again?) Now we are shouting, we are shoutingWe are screaming, we are screaming, ahhh... We're your heritage, a monument wonderfully preserved They came to see us by the thousands but we never ever heard Now I really need to scratch It's torture that these kids have gone (And except them?) for the birds For the birds... I'm shouting, I'm shouting I'm screaming, I'm screaming, for the birds
