Titanic Terrarium

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