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. |