The power of reason, the top of the heap

We're the ones who can kill, kill baby

The things we don't eat

Sharper than a serpent's tongue

Tighter than a bongo drum

Quicker than a one-night stand

Slicker than a mambo band

And now the day is come

Soon he will be released

Glory hallelujah

We're building' the perfect beast

(Building, building)

(Building, building)

(Building, building)

(Building, building)

It's Olympus this time babe, Olympus or bust

We have met the enemy, and he is us

And now the day is come

Soon he will be released

Glory hallelujah

We're building the perfect beast

(Building, building)

(Building, building)

(Building, building)

(Building, building)

Ever since we crawled out of the ocean

And stood upright on the land

I know there are some things that we just don't understand

Relieve all pain and suffering

And lift us out of the dark

Turn us all into Methuselah

But where are we gonna park?

(Building, building)

(Building, building)

(Building, building)

(Building, building)

The secrets of eternity

We've found the lock and turned the key

We're shakin' up those building blocks

Goin' deeper into that box

Wouldn't like it

And now the day is come

Soon he will be released

Glory hallelujah

We're building' the perfect beast

(Building, building)

(Building, building)

(Building, building)

(Building, building)

All the way to Malibu from the land of the talking drum

Just look how far, look how far we've come