Picnic - The Residents

Afterwards, it’s like a dream

You can’t remember but it seems

To stay alive inside your mind

And pray upon your leisure time

It happens in an open spot

The air is sticky and it’s hot

First they take away our clothes

Then they lay us down in rows

A cloud appears and melts away

The flesh of some while others stay

Machines that look like little cars

Consume the bones and count the scars

Kick a cat, a cat, a cat today

Fish are dumb, pluck an eye from one

Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?

Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?

Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?

Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?

We’re in a place that no one knows

We are prisoners of those

No one sees and no one hears

But everybody hates and fears

Every day they leave a tray

And take an empty one away

On that tray are chicken legs

Potato salad and some eggs

Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?

Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?

Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?

Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?

Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?

Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?

Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?

Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?

Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?

Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?