Lyrics:
When you go on camping trips you're stuck right out in natureForaging the forests like a primateUsing sharpened tools instead of hotplatesYour thumb and forefinger supposed to show you're not a wild beastYou can hear their noises at night timeThey don't have to keep a certain bedtimeSee in the shapes of my bodyLeftover parts from apes and monkeysSometimes when I lie awake I hear the rainfall on my tent flyI think of all the insects that are sleepingAnd wonder if the animals are dreamingSee in the shapes of my bodyLeftover parts from apes and monkeysIn the days of the caveman and mammoths and glaciersBugs and trees were your food then; no pyjamas or doctorsAnd when I finally get to sleep, I dream in technicolorI see creatures come back from the Ice AgeAlive and being fed inside a zoo cageSee in the shapes of my bodyLeftover parts from apes and monkeysIn the days of the caveman and mammoths and glaciersBugs and trees were your food then; no pyjamas or doctors(2x)