No Survival - Grave Pleasures

At the bang bang bang of the funeral drum

Bring out your dead to us

When the sound of the bell tolls

For the descendants of dinosaurs

Wave the placards, shout your warnings

This will be the end of it all

The zoo enclosure is getting rather full

In the world without us

No survival

I’m struggling to free myself

No survival

We’ve suckled our father’s milk

No Survival

No one will ever get out of here

The extinction cinema’s extended run

Is a cold as stained glass saints

Watching ourselves flounder and flail

Over and over again

Sign the petition, join the marches

History will repeat itself

This old footage seems suddenly very real

In the world without us

No survival

I’m struggling to free myself

No survival

We’ve suckled our father’s milk

No Survival

No one will ever get out of here