| Across the skies the monuments stand
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| Shrines of wonder, man worshipping man
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| Computer ethics mock a dying land
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| Down below like rats in a cage
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| Success, survival, two needles in hay
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| It’s Romans One facing satan’s stare
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| Pull down the forests we need more wood
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| Extend the grazing we need more food
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| Burning our bridges before the flood
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| Out on the oceans where it’s relatively safe
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| It’s not so easy being big as a whale
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| We’re all in a race on a bigger scale
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| Homosapien, I’ve had enough
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| Homosapien, I’m giving up
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| At best your wisdom’s a shot in the dark
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| So make yourself pretty, make yourself rich
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| Leopardskin, sealskin, money and sex
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| Apartheid, genocide, thalidomide, life
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| It’s your choice
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| But mountains
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| Are holy places
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| And beauty is free
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| We can still walk
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| Through the garden
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| Our earth was once green |