Alright this next song is an apology to the crickets

Find deep within your memory coat a cricket that you ate from
It's sweet, smiling apology, acceptance awaits you, don't be afraid to cherish it
Look it up in the bookmobile, look it up in the gun rack
And the magazine rack or the map, yeah, the map

For it is only after the fence comes down that the cultural bubble explodes
And the new party begins, invitation only, it's still in a senator's suitcase
Let them out and dance for the ant god, like scary monsters who pounce upon command
Upon the man, the man called aerodynamics