Here at home in this steeple
Made of chrome, above a city of steel,
I've chosen bats over people
'Cause I never did like the way humans made me feel.





So we sleep all day and we rise at night
And we spread our wings and take into the skies.
And when the people all stop and stare
And say, "Why you gotta be like that?"
I just look them in the eye and tell them
I was raised by bats!