[Verse 1]
At Palmerston and Ruby Street, the city had dug a ditch
To lay a pipe to flush away the free range bison shit
The white radicals devoured to protest a colonial past
3-ply Cottonelle stuck to their ass

[Verse 2]
At Palmerston and Ruby Street, before their very eyes
They dug themselves one hell of a surprise
The bison bones the workers found were dated early Holocene
You're nothing but the bottom of some far future latrine, my little libertine

[Chorus 1]
That's your universe in a nutshell
That's our universe in a nutshell my friend, so fare thee well

[Bridge]
"I see skies of blue, I see clouds of white
Bright blessed day, dark sacred night."
And you can't bring me down with your acerbic online wit
Call before you dig

[Chorus 2]
The city dug that ditch
A few feet short of some game-changing petroglyphs