Let’s get us preserved in honey baths
So that in ten thousand years
They can dig us out and cure us
Clean out our eyes and ears
And then we’ll be no longer just
People who lived before –
We’ll press against one other
And waltz across the floor.
We’ll waltz across the floor at the
Whilst we’re still dripping sticky
Pulled straight from the tub
And we will be as we always was
But in a new aged future place
Dancing our same old dances
A shameless dinosaur disgrace.