Growin' up in a biosphere No respect for bad weather There's still roaches and ants in here So resourceful and clever Her great grandfather saw the future Didn't know nothing 'bout panic He certainly probably thought That it was unthinkable Trace o mint wafting in from the north So we don't fuck with the 401 It's bigger than us or larger than we bargained I guess it's just not done His great grandfather worked for Goodyear he'd see the blimp on Sundays Wonder what the driver knew About making rubber tires Terrarium, terrarium Submarines out there, under the ice Avoiding and courting collision An accident's sometimes the only way To worm our way back to bad decisions My great grandfather was a welder He helped build the Titanic Certainly didn't think that is was unsinkable Building up to the larger point With an arrogance not rare or pretty We don't declare the war on idleness When outside it's cold and shitty We stay inside and try to conjure the fathers Of the injured and faking If there's a glory in miracle It's that they're reversible Terrarium, oh, terrarium