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Man X went up to Man Y, |
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Stepped in his garden and spat in his eye |
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And said 'I ain't movin' your grass is greener- |
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You wanna settle this name your arena' |
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First we made the Wheel |
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Then we made the Car |
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Then we made the Bomb |
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Now it's all gone wrong |
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We used to be content with a piece of charcoal |
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Sketching on walls in a gloomy dark hole |
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Then we put our strengths into building castles |
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Now we're a tribe of destructive arseholes |
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Crawled on all fours our hands replaced paws- |
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As if we foresaw we would open doors |
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From trees we made oars to explore the shores |
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We were madly obsessed with the great outdoors |
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But not in that order I hear you moanin |
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But what can you tell from a fossilised stone |
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In a pile of bones the truth becomes clear |
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We Pioneered schemes just too severe |
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Way back then there were few concerns |
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Find meat to eat, chop wood to burn |
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And learn to avoid the sabre-toothed tiger |
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Now our biggest enemy is laser-guided |
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Too much weight draped on our shoulders |
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The land that we knew stood firm to hold us |
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Colonisation is what they sold us |
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So someone decided we needed soldiers |
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Destructive forces is what they told us |
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Invent the engine replace the horses |
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We stretched resources to drive our Porsches |
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And now it's all gone wrong |
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Man X had forgotten Man Y |
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He was too busy tryna learn to fly |
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Meanwhile Man Y mixed a potion |
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And flattened Man X with a huge explosion |
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You can turn your backs but you can't ignore me |
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There's a part of this story that's truly gory |
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You gotta feel sickness as I depict this |
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You never can escape that you've been a witness |
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Hunting the deer we became distracted |
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Disturbed by the way that our neighbours acted |
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Jumped to conclusions with sick delusions |
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Cause bulk intrusions had us confused |
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Began with the fusion of elements new |
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And strongly denied we'd developed a brew |
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To burn off flesh of an irrelevant few |
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A malevolent crew not benevolent |
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The traitor we hated penned the paper |
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Concocted a potion to make him greater |
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We knocked up a treat in a laboratory |
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At the time of conception it shouted glory |
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Reel off a list of the usual suspects |
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Subjectively speaking we all got defects |
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We all cavemen in a suit and tie |
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Man why you opposing conform or die |
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I know I've put it simply and quite condensed |
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The wheel was a brainstorm of commonest sense |
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But now we need a branch just for terror defence |
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So somewhere it went wrong, hence... |
