What We Made
Man X went up to Man Y,Stepped in his garden and spat in his eyeAnd said 'I aint movin' your grass is greener-You wanna settle this name your arena'
First we made the WheelThen we made the CarThen we made the BombNow it's all gone wrong
We used to be content with a piece of charcoalSketching on walls in a gloomy dark holeThen we put our strengths into building castlesNow we're a tribe of destructive arseholesCrawled on all fours our hands replaced paws-As if we foresaw we would open doorsFrom trees we made oars to explore the shoresWe were madly obsessed with the great outdoorsBut not in that order I hear you moaninBut what can you tell from a fossilised stoneIn a pile of bones the truth becomes clearWe Pioneered schemes just too severeWay back then there were few concernsFind meat to eat, chop wood to burnAnd learn to avoid the sabre-toothed tigerNow our biggest enemy is laser-guidedToo much weight draped on our shouldersThe land that we knew stood firm to hold usColonisation is what they sold usSo someone decided we needed soldiersDestructive forces is what they told usInvent the engine replace the horsesWe stretched resources to drive our PorschesAnd now it's all gone wrong
Man X had forgotten Man YHe was too busy tryna learn to flyMeanwhile Man Y mixed a potionAnd flattened Man X with a huge explosion
You can turn your backs but you can't ignore meThere's a part of this story that's truly goryYou gotta feel sickness as I depict thisYou never can escape that you've been a witnessHunting the deer we became distractedDisturbed by the way that our neighbours actedJumped to conclusions with sick delusionsCos bulk intrusions had us confusedBegan with the fusion of elements newAnd strongly denied we'd developed a brewTo burn off flesh of an irrelevant fewA malevolent crew not benevolentThe traitor we hated penned the paperConcocted a potion to make him greaterWe knocked up a treat in a laboratoryAt the time of conception it shouted gloryReel off a list of the usual suspectsSubjectively speaking we all got defectsWe all cavemen in a suit and tieMan why you opposing conform or dieI know I've put it simply and quite condensedThe wheel was a brainstorm of commonest senseBut now we need a branch just for terror defenceSo somewhere it went wrong, hence...