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We are the animals |
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Who have lost our hair |
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Retained, some of our teeth |
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And gained a choice |
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We'll chase food, money and sex |
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Until satisfied |
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Then, when it's time to rest |
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Ask 'whats next?' |
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We are all animals (x4) |
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It's hard enough to retain control |
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When our instincts are egging us on |
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With biologists and chemists |
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Reducing our souls |
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To four letters |
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And when we think about it |
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We're like a masterpiece |
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Who's glimpsed the artist |
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We are the machines |
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Carrying on various genes |
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Then discarded |
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When the job is done |
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We are the disciples |
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Who have lost our way |
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Kicked from our pedestal |
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When Darwin burnt the book |
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Its hard enough to retain control |
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When our instincts are egging us on |
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With biologists and chemists |
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Reducing our souls |
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To four letters |
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When genes replace Genesis |
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We're like a masterpiece |
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Who's glimpsed the artist |
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We liked to think we had a special place |
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As if stars revolved around the human race |
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But we're just mammals, just primates |
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Like chimps or g'rillaz |
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We see the hair on our face |
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And look at another primate |
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You and I, we relate |