| I can’t really say the stronger of species do survive
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| When all that’s hidden in your endnotes just ate your «truth» alive
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| But you’ve swept away what you didn’t like ‘cause it’s tricky to explain
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| You legislate your rocks as older to tie in with what you’re sayin'
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| It’s a farce in disguise
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| Though they would say otherwise
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| It’s just a bunch of trilobites
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| Trilobite love, trilobite love
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| Trilobite love, trilobite love
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| Substitute your last conclusion out to hide your hand
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| Evolving always met your needs until the coelacanth
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| But your pride’s important and it grew -- with shoddy evidence
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| You take and show this stuff to us -- you fail at self-defense
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| It’s the Lord they despise
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| Always gives them butterflies
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| And peppered moths as alibis
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| Trilobite love, trilobite love
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| Trilobite love, trilobite love
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| Self-delusion adds confusion, clouds and blinds your head
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| Well, you flog that horse relentlessly --- until it feels so dead
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| And when your lies are portrayed as the truth -- they shock the innocent
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| You think as though you must free us with all you helped invent
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| It’s an origin of lies
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| Darwin and some other guys
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| It’s just a bluff to nullify
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| The Bible I love, Bible I love
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| The Bible I love, Bible I love |