Inside a jar of prehistoric air 

Neon fossil penguins grow on trees 

The child professor doesn't care 

He has a friendly new disease 

It causes me to swear 

I never said I care, I never said 



It takes a paucity of scale 

To simulate what's in the jar 

A friendly fire of forest whales 

On rubber hearts and vacuum stars 

It causes me to swear 

I never said I care, I never said 



We could have ourselves a slow race 

And the object is to lose 

The awards flow by like icebergs 

Deep and giant blue 



There are no fish left in the streams 

They all have taken to the air 

And with their rattles, guns, and beads 

New age pirates sit and stare 

It causes me to swear 

I never said I care, I never said 

We could have ourselves a slow race 

And the object is to lose 

The awards flow by like icebergs 

Deep and giant blue 



There are no fish left in the streams 

They all have taken to the air 

And with their rattles, guns, and beads 

New age pirates sit and stare 

It causes me to swear 

I never said I cared, I never said 

We could have ourselves a slow race 

And the object is to lose 

The awards flow by like icebergs 

Deep and giant blue 

There's a boring intermission 

In the middle of the play 

The awards flow by like icebergs 

Made of ancient clay