There've been skeletons out of steel north of town And it'll be at least fifteen years before the comet now Well and the charm wears off at the very first rings of frost Well this village is littered with beetle husks And they're rising like ghosts in the dust And we all shrug "oh well" Well now the animal has left it's shell And we all shrug "oh well" But now the animal has left it's shell
But when there's nothing more to consume For people that just eat land Well then the crickets are drowning out The sound of dry wringing hands Leafing through numbers that used to belong To their bankers, mechanics, and newspaper scores And we all shrug "oh well" But now the animal has left it's shell And we all shrug "oh well" But now the animal has left it's shell