When you go on camping trips, you're stuck right out in nature.
Foraging the forest like a primate, using sharpened tools instead of hot plates.
You're coming for fingers, supposed to show you're not a wild beast.
You can hear the noises at night time, they don't have to keep a certain beer time.
Seeing the shapes of my body, left over parts from the apes and monkeys.
Just sometimes when I lie awake, I'm not sure what I'm doing.
I hear the rain fall on my tent flack.
I think of all the insects that are sleeping, wonder if the animals are dreaming.
Seeing the shapes of my body, left over parts from the apes and monkeys.
Just sometimes when I lie awake, I'm not sure what I'm doing.
In the days of the caveman, mammoths, maces, bugs and trees we all flew with him.
No pajamas, no doctors.
In the days of the caveman, mammoths, maces, bugs and trees we all flew with him.

When I finally get to sleep, I dream in technicolors
Where I see creatures come back from the ice age
Alive and being feared inside the zoo cage
Seeing the shapes of my body
Left over parts from the age of monkeys
In the days of the caveman
Mammoths, glaciers
Bugs and trees, we all fool with them
No pajamas, doctors
Music
Music
In the days of the caveman
Mammoths, glaciers
Bugs and trees, we all fool with them
No pajamas, doctors
Music
In the days of the caveman
Mammoths, glaciers
Bugs and trees, we all fool with them
Music
In the days of the caveman
Mammoths, glaciers
Music