| We were descended from dinosaurs
|
| We weren’t meant to survive
|
| Roll around for a few million years
|
| And wash away on the tide
|
| The houses have no use anymore
|
| The factories the cars
|
| Best laid schemes, dinosaurs
|
| A distant flicker, a faraway star
|
| Hey look at you you’re quite a catch
|
| Two steps removed from an unnatural act
|
| Rolling out with both ends burning
|
| Can’t seem to separate the facts from the facts
|
| Some say there’s been a space invasion
|
| They’re living in the bodies of men
|
| They haven’t quite got the design right
|
| But now it’s us and them
|
| The same old moon pulls the tides
|
| That clothe and strip the beach
|
| Underneath the weight of Jupiter and Mars
|
| A distant flicker, a faraway star
|
| Hey look at you you’re quite a catch
|
| Two steps removed from an unnatural act
|
| Rolling out with both ends burning
|
| Can’t seem to separate the facts from the facts
|
| Enough of this shit, enough of this shit
|
| When are we gonna get enough of this shit?
|
| Enough of this shit, enough of this shit
|
| When are we gonna get enough of this shit?
|
| Enough of this shit, enough of this shit
|
| When are we gonna get enough of this shit? |