(6:12) Percussion: Kevin Bartlett Keys and Additional Percussion: H. Rhodes Fretless Ba**: 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