This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Oh, I've really got those ozone layer blues
From my elbow down to my shoes,
So let's throw another fire on the logs.
Now we can go downtown and fill the latrine
With genuine Columbian lima beans.
Dynastic and elastic, it's all made out of plastic,
There's nobody here but us frogs.
I'd like to find a girl who really cares
About the size of my nasal hairs.
She could feed bananas to the dogs.
We could climb the church and look down from the steeple,
Where all the ants look like people.
Nutritious and delicious, it's even surreptitious,
There's nobody here but us frogs.
They say I'm crazy,
But I couldn't care less.
Why don't they leave me alone?
Can't they see that I'm happy to be a psychiatrical mess?
I get a thrill
Bein' mentally ill. Yes I do.
They seem to think it's a crime,
But it's a pleasure sublime, oh yes.
That's why I'm happy here inside these padded walls,
Makin' obscene telephone calls,
And throwin' TV dinners to the hogs.
I never trust a naked Eskimo,
And don't you eat that purple snow.
Revolting and disgusting,
My belly button's rusting,
There's nobody here but us frogs.
They say I'm crazy,
But I couldn't care less.
Why don't they leave me alone?
Can't they see that I'm happy to be a psychiatrical mess?
I get a thrill
Bein' mentally ill. Yes I do.
They seem to think it's a crime,
But it's a pleasure sublime, oh yes.
That's why I'm happy here inside these padded walls,
Makin' obscene telephone calls,
And throwin' TV dinners to the hogs.
I like to eat my ice cubes boiling hot,
And Wilshire Boulevard's a Commie plot.
Amazingly congruent, and commonly affluent.
Innately effervescent, surprisingly incessant.
Superblier commended (?), eccentric and demented,
There's nobody here but us,
Nobody here but us,
Nobody here but us frogs, I mean it.
Nobody here but us frogs.
From my elbow down to my shoes,
So let's throw another fire on the logs.
Now we can go downtown and fill the latrine
With genuine Columbian lima beans.
Dynastic and elastic, it's all made out of plastic,
There's nobody here but us frogs.
I'd like to find a girl who really cares
About the size of my nasal hairs.
She could feed bananas to the dogs.
We could climb the church and look down from the steeple,
Where all the ants look like people.
Nutritious and delicious, it's even surreptitious,
There's nobody here but us frogs.
They say I'm crazy,
But I couldn't care less.
Why don't they leave me alone?
Can't they see that I'm happy to be a psychiatrical mess?
I get a thrill
Bein' mentally ill. Yes I do.
They seem to think it's a crime,
But it's a pleasure sublime, oh yes.
That's why I'm happy here inside these padded walls,
Makin' obscene telephone calls,
And throwin' TV dinners to the hogs.
I never trust a naked Eskimo,
And don't you eat that purple snow.
Revolting and disgusting,
My belly button's rusting,
There's nobody here but us frogs.
They say I'm crazy,
But I couldn't care less.
Why don't they leave me alone?
Can't they see that I'm happy to be a psychiatrical mess?
I get a thrill
Bein' mentally ill. Yes I do.
They seem to think it's a crime,
But it's a pleasure sublime, oh yes.
That's why I'm happy here inside these padded walls,
Makin' obscene telephone calls,
And throwin' TV dinners to the hogs.
I like to eat my ice cubes boiling hot,
And Wilshire Boulevard's a Commie plot.
Amazingly congruent, and commonly affluent.
Innately effervescent, surprisingly incessant.
Superblier commended (?), eccentric and demented,
There's nobody here but us,
Nobody here but us,
Nobody here but us frogs, I mean it.
Nobody here but us frogs.
Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae
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