| They made a statue of us |
| and put it on a mountaintop |
| Now tourists come and stare at us |
| Blow bubbles with their gum, |
| take photgraphs of fun |
| have fun |
| they’ll name a city after us |
| and later say it’s all our fault |
| then they’ll give us a talking to |
| then they’ll give us a talking to |
| cause they’ve got years of experience |
| we’re living in a den of thieves |
| rummaging for answers in the pages |
| we’re living in a den of thieves |
| and it’s contagious |
| and it’s contagious |
| and it’s contagious |
| and it’s contagious |
| we wear our scarves just like a noose |
| but not cause we want eternal sleep |
| and though our parts are slightly used |
| new ones are slave labor you can keep |
| we’re living in a den of thieves |
| rummaging for answers in the pages |
| we’re living in a den of thieves |
| and it’s contagious |
| and it’s contagious |
| and it’s contagious |
| and it’s contagious |
| They made a statue of us |
| They made a statue of us |
| The tourists come and stare and us |
| The sculptor’s model sends regards |
| They made a statue of us |
| They made a statue of us |
| Our noses have begun to rust |
| we’re living in a den of thieves |
| rummaging for answers in the pages |
| we’re living in a den of thieves |
| and it’s contagious |
| and it’s contagious |
| and it’s contagious |
| and it’s contagious |
| and it’s contagious |
| and it’s contagious |
| and it’s contagious |
| and it’s contagious |