Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anthropology , by - Random Hand. Release date: 25.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anthropology , by - Random Hand. 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. | 
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