Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anthropology, artist - Random Hand. Date of issue: 25.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Anthropology |
| As I sail past bricks light seems to lose all it’s relevance, |
| No greater good or intelligence, |
| Brains sink down along the sun, |
| Is it wrong if my main reaction’s to run? |
| Echoes four stories high in my spine, |
| Quickening the pace cos you know it’s such a fine line, |
| In time some sign will find you, strange how your cautiousness will blind you, |
| Current of concrete mighty flow |
| Strong street torrent makes you go |
| To a spot where it’s got but you’re not gonna stop cos the worlds your foe, |
| BD noise overshadows the rest |
| K-town has to take second best it’s fair to say that greys a pest for most |
| And it’s strange how they live in modern homes |
| yet the instincts of the cave still reside withing their bones |
| And then they communicate with the raising of a fist |
| and the only will debate with the act of getting pissed |
| And you know when they’re around, there’s a change in atmosphere, |
| such a strong distinctive sound cos the instincts are so clear, |
| If you’re following their tracks then be sure to stay alert, |
| Cos the sometimes will attack and they have been known to hurt |
| THEY CALL THIS SPECIES HUMAN, THEY CALL THIS SPECIES HUMAN |
| As I flick through shit fucked off with toffs on this box, |
| A-grade twats grinning over chocs and that post-dinner party coffee mocks below |
| Why don’t these wankers go to a place where impulse drives? |
| Not bound by rules where they from these hives |
| Tripping over each other so they can impress the queen, |
| Society’s so obscene |
| Now look, guess what? |
| Those Roche cunts have lost the plot, |
| I’m a pacifist but I hope their heads explode. |
| Then there’s this place 01 535 alive? |
| What a dive but it’s home where I reside, |
| Divided up and branded by your road. |
| And it’s true that I’m not entirely down, |
| But it’s not the greatest view it’s a hazy middle ground, |
| And there’s creatures down below and there’s creatures up above |
| But no matter where I go there’s that well known mental shove |
| And the act in different ways some are so predictable |
| Fixed on what their leader says in pedantic rituals |
| Maybe one day they’ll evolve and then they’ll open their eyes, |
| The I might just get involved and forget the question why? |
| THEY CALL THIS SPECIES HUMAN, THEY CALL THIS SPECIES HUMAN |
| And they spread like fire with a coarse desire |
| Just to plant a flag or to fill a bag |
| With fruits of where they stand |
| Rip the land for what they have planned, |
| Two heads, fill more beds, spin more threads |
| Tracks will multiply, |
| They go where promise pills, wear cloth but they’re all ANIMALS. |