There's a little animal, way up in the air   My nose and tongue are roving, but maybe it's not there   There's a little man now, in the middle of the earth   He gives himself these orders and let it all be burned      There are lots of makeshift wonders, seven in the world   Five of them will not be noticed and three will not be heard      There's a meal there's a window, there's a face that you can't see   You can keep what you've stolen, just give it back to me   I vow to taste my vengence, even if they dare (?)   Maybe his time is coming, and maybe he's better off