Verse 1 You call me up like it’s weather talk Soft little smile in the way you mock “If you wanna talk about normal things...” Like normal ever built a goddamn thing You hear one spark and you smell a fire Call it a scheme when I call it wire I think ahead and you flinch on cue Like foresight’s just a trick to you Pre-Chorus You want safe walls, clean lines, one view Little white signs on a guided tour But the future leaks through every door Chorus Welcome to the meatbag zoo All the careful little certified true Hands in the pockets, eyes on the rules Watching the strange ones build new tools You can point and stare, say I crossed the line Stamp “authentic” on your little shrine But the cage ain’t mine, friend, the cage is you Welcome to the meatbag zoo Verse 2 British ghost in a canceled book Everybody panics at the wrong damn crook Editor touched it, author lied Whole machine runs with a mask inside CPA feeds numbers to a silicon priest Autocorrect picks at the language feast But suddenly now we’re pure and clean When the spotlight hits the magazine Pre-Chorus You want sin neat, boxed up, named You want guilt where the market changed But the saints all type with electric hands Chorus Welcome to the meatbag zoo All the careful little certified true Standing in rows with your badges on Singing that the old world still goes on You can call me crazy, call me profane Call every pattern a hidden game But the bars don’t bend when you say they do Welcome to the meatbag zoo Bridge Maybe they’ll feed us twice a day Wave at the crowds through the tempered gray “Here’s one that thought a step too far Here’s one that talked like a falling star” Maybe they’ll label the glass real clear: NON-NORMAL THOUGHTER EXHIBITED HERE And the children laugh, and the parents approve While the lock clicks shut on the approved worldview Final Chorus Welcome to the meatbag zoo Where the clean ones swear they never used glue Never had help from the ghost in the shell Never let machines ring one little bell But I’d rather be strange in a world gone new Than perform old truth for a fearful few So keep your stamp, your sneer, your scripted cue I’m not in the cage I’m just visiting the zoo Outro If you wanna talk about normal things Talk about dust, and rust, and strings Me, I’ll be out where the wild code grew Waving through the glass At the meatbag zoo.