Us
They'll make a statue of us,
And put it on a mountain top.
Tourists will come and stare at us,
Blow bubbles with their gum,
Take photographs for fun.
We wear our scarves just like a noose,
But not 'cause we want eternal sleep.
And though our parts are slightly used,
New ones are slave labor you can keep.
They'll name a city after us,
And later say it's all our fault.
Then they'll give us a talking to,
Because they've got years of experience.
We're living in a den of thieves,
Rummaging for answers in the pages,
And it's contagious.
And put it on a mountain top.
Tourists will come and stare at us,
Blow bubbles with their gum,
Take photographs for fun.
We wear our scarves just like a noose,
But not 'cause we want eternal sleep.
And though our parts are slightly used,
New ones are slave labor you can keep.
They'll name a city after us,
And later say it's all our fault.
Then they'll give us a talking to,
Because they've got years of experience.
We're living in a den of thieves,
Rummaging for answers in the pages,
And it's contagious.