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Think of life as a battle between ghosts and liars Or think of it as a barrier to self-fulfillment Is everybody made of skin here? Yes, we're all made of skin and bone and ligament Let's hear it for the bi-peds, those horrible monsters Let the hotel line manages decide their fate Let's hear it for the bi-peds, those horrible monsters Those grinning Mogodons with their painted on slogans Salt and its stains Salt and its stains Think of death as a medium-sized yellow robot That should help Salt and its stains Salt and its stains