There've been skeletons out of steel north of town
And it'll be at least fifteen years before the comet now
Well and the charm wears off at the very first rings of frost
Well this village is littered with beetle husks
And they're rising like ghosts in the dust

And we all shrug "oh well"
Well now the animal has left it's shell
And we all shrug "oh well"
But now the animal has left it's shell

But when there's nothing more to consume
For people that just eat land

Well then the crickets are drowning out
The sound of dry wringing hands

Leafing through numbers that used to belong
To their bankers, mechanics, and newspaper scores

And we all shrug "oh well"
But now the animal has left it's shell
And we all shrug "oh well"
But now the animal has left it's shell