Maniacs by Hawksley Workman Lyrics

Di-no-saur-us

Dead kites in farmer's fields
The jailed dreamers are growing gills

So eat it up you maniacs
Eat the whole thing
You maniacs

Fat-so-saur-us

Fat-so-saur-us

The possibilities of open skies
And the worms rule as silent kings

So eat it up
You fatsos
Gobble the whole thing
You fatsos
Baby be absolutely quiet
As we untie the boat
And push ourselves from shore

We'll remember you
You poor souls
You poor slaves
They're building the city
On your broken backs

And what of your own fires?
What of your own fires?

We're leaving you now
We're leaving you now
When your cinders are so cold
Cold!

Baby be absolutely quiet
As we untie the boat
And push ourselves from shore

We'll remember you
You poor souls
You poor slaves
They're building the city
On your broken backs
And what of your own fires?
What of your own fires?

We're leaving you now
We're leaving you now
When your cinders are so cold
Cinders are so cold