Dinosaurs lyrics

The spade of man is pushing up With all their fractured wrists, good general Burning our childhood homes With turpentine Inside their Siamese wounds It's death and dying Swim in the swill, we will On the kitchen floor And wrap my bones in birds For a real good cause Oh, mother Mary She holds me in her arms We're strapped to a tanker In a warring world See all these dinosaurs? Oh, they want to rule the world See all these dinosaurs? Oh, they want to rule the world I'm ready to wash my hands of you Next time you bring me more bad news I'm ready to wash my hands of you Next time you bring me more bad news I'm ready I'm ready