[chorus: ]nif you're ready for the salad bar, let us knownevery victory's initially an obstaclen[?]within every fold, having meant to feednwhat's a beneficial energy to be released[?]nnmultivitamin, full canteenncompass, typical boyscout routinenbetter earn no merit badges after completing a tasknsilently seated i'm striking flint against steelnturning sparks into flames into hand-cooked mealsnni get about 5 hours sleepnthen i'm on my feet againn[?]meeting and needing[?] natural survivalist tipsnbut that is not my tripnthe rapture came and went, leaving me here in the dustni didn't make the cut, my dreams were not polluted enoughnnon the day his mighty hand descendednto rescue his believersni became the proud owner of thousands of abandoned golden retrieversnand we would load them onto flat-bed ford'sndrive around trading them for precious metals and circuit boardsnbut when the new-age denominations acquired psychic weaponsni wandered off the grid in fear of reprogramming sessionsnnduring the conflictnthe grounded satellite was my saving grace - i'm laser light!nprobing the smoky mountainsnhoping to happen upon this well-equipped protagonist wearing a davy crockett hatnnchalked-full of pocket-sized dismantling toolsnto the survivors with kids in need of disciplinarian rulesngive 'em crew-cuts and a few bucksnand atop their headsnput a crown of braided blood red meatnto keep them trackable and well fednn[chorus]nncome one come allnbe them man or beastnthey'll end up another skull non the mantelpiecenncome one come allnbe them man or beastnthey'll end up another skullnon the mantelpiece