They made a statue of us,
and it put it on a mountain top.
Now tourists come and stare at us.
Blow bubbles with their gum.
Take photographs have 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.
Because 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 at us.
The sculptor's marble 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.
