Lyrics:

1991
Writer(s): Ian Anderson

Well, you got a big-jib crane waiting to pick you up.
Mmm, you see those snakes that crawl, they're just dying to trip
you up.
Live out in sad shacks at the back of town.
Hold your breath while we do you down
'cos we're all kinds of animals coming here:
occasional demons too.

Well, you got a nice apartment here with appliances and CD.
We're gonna leave your stereo, but we'll have your soul for tea.
I'm not speaking of material things.
Gonna chew you up, gonna suck you in
'cos we're all kinds of animals coming here;
occasional demons too.

Smokestacks, belching black, we're the have-nots in your shade.
How about a slice of life, how about some human trade?
Eat at the best restaurants in town.
No headwaiter going to turn us down
'cos we're all kinds of animals coming here;
occasional demons too