Lyrics:

Martin calls to say he's sending old electrical equipment
That's good, we could always use more electrical equipment

In the cold, clear light of day down here
Everyone's a monster
That's cool with all of us
We've been past the point of help since early April

Susan and her notebooks
Freehand drawings of Lon Cheney
Blueprints for geodesic domes
Recipes for cake
Yeah we're all here
Chewing our tongues off
Waiting for the fever to break

When we walk out in the sunlight we tell everyone we know it hurts our eyes
When the real reason we don't like it is that it makes us wonder if we're dying

And Martin's found an old trunk of stage makeup in the basement
He'll be sending it along
We could always use more makeup
Yeah, more creams and powders
And Carrie's got the feeling
That the people next door
Will close in like a wolfpack
Should we make one small mistake
Yeah we're all here
Chewing our tongues off
Waiting for the fever to break