Percussion: Kevin Bartlett
    Keys and Additional Percussion: H. Rhodes
    Fretless Bass: Ray Jung

We give to you a disc of gold
It represents the dreams we hold
We'll tell our children what to do
We'll show them how to listen for you

 Please feel free to call
 Our wheatfields await you all

We are the number one offender
Of specieism and yet
Here we are reaching out for aliens
Looking for our salvation

     Pity our emptiness

     Save our souls
     Save our souls
     Save our souls

We think that we're superior
To every living thing
It can be lonely at the top
So we look for higher praise to sing

Won't you just say hello
We'll give you a cable show
We have weapons to intimidate
You if you look afright
Come on down and see our
Zoos and refugee camps
Ain't it worth your time

     Pity our emptiness

     Save our souls
     Save our souls
     Save our souls
     Save our souls
     Save our souls

          SOS
          SOS

Please feel free to call
Our wheatfields await you all

We are the number one offender
Of specieism and yet
Here we are reaching out for aliens
Looking for our salvation

     Pity our emptiness

     Save our souls
     Save our souls
     Save our souls
     Save our souls
     Save our souls

          SOS
          SOS

Well, there's a beacon in the sky
Meant to catch the Rye