Alba s touto skladbou:
The Audacity Of Hype,
Your least favorite video game
Is about to come to life
Homeless hordes crash downtown barriers
Desks are flying through the glass
Precious software everywhere
Sorcerer's apprentice has returned
Tried to kill them off with crack
Never quite prepared
For when untouchables touch back
New Rome is falling, let's dance
The pets
The pets
The pets
Pets eat their master
The pets
The pets
The pets
Pets eat their master
Desperate hungry cannibals
Barbecue executives
Slowly on rotisseries in the street
"3 strikes you're out" Prisoners
Bustin' loose, headin' for the burbs
With wicker men
For upper crust dessert
Everything that grows is gone
Freeways jammed
Sewers all clogged
One by one
Toilets blow to smithereens
Doctors by the meat machine
Say, "You're no good for Soylent Green
But prime for a McDonalds happy meal"
When The pets
The pets
The pets
Pets eat their master
Pets
The pets
The pets
Pets eat their master
Sewage blows
From barges back to shore
Hissing germs
Shellac the beachfront homes
Confused fundamentalists
Look up, "Is this the rapture?"
President peers out and says
"Have you got some grey poupon?"
The pets
The pets
The pets
Pets eat their master
The pets
The pets
Pets eat their master
Pets
The pets
The pets
Pets eat their master
