Residents: Hey! Hey Snakefinger!
Snakefinger: What?
RZ: Hey! What-what's this we've been hearing about you, man?
You-you got some kind of a cause or something?
SN: Well, yeah, I guess!
But it's not just some cause,
It's the fate of the whole human race at stake!
I know something nobody else seems to know.
I don't understand it, but I know.
RZ: Hey, well, well what is it? What is it, man?
SN: It's them, the Picture Makers.
They've fooled us into thinking
They're friendly and people-minded,
But it's not true, it's just an image.
RZ: Oh yeah?
SN: Yeah!
They're deep underground
In every city and town
Living in holes like subterranean moles
Without making a sound
They've brought us decay
In such a villainous way
Well, they don't have to beat us
Because they can treat us
Like we're clowns
They're furry and vile
With a hideous smile
They're wrinkled and old
And they reek of the mold
And eat dirt by the pile.
They're clever and smart
But they're covered with warts
And some of them are quite tall
And they are all bold for awhile
RZ: Image? Image? What image?
SN: Can't you see? They're the masters of the visual image! They're coming to us disguised as a friend with a blemish, they've sucked us in; but friends, I've seen them as they really are - They're rats, tall rats! We've got to destroy them with a war!
RZ: War? No-no Way! War's no good, Snakefinger!
SN: No, no! That's what they want you to think. It's the little wars that they give us that are bad. We need a real war! But we've got to be careful until we're really strong enough.
RZ: Oh yeah?
SN: They're [a] carnivorous breed,
They're full of venom and greed
They're controlling our lives
And we have to survive
We cannot let them suc
