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