We done our thing We have evolved We're up on our hind legs The problems solved
We are artists We are mathematicians Some of hold extremely High positions
But we are tired We are hardly breathing And we're free Go tell the women that we're leaving
We're sick and tired Of all this self serving grieving All we wanted was a little consensual rape in the afternoon And maybe a bit more in the evening
We are scientists We do genetics We leave religion To the psychos and fanatics
But we are tired We got nothing to believe in We are lost Go tell the women that we're leaving
We don't know a thing We're hip to the sound Of six billion people Going down
We are magicians We are deceiving We're free and we're lost Go tell the women that we're leaving
Hey, hey, hey, hey Come on, back now till to the fray Hey, hey, hey, hey Come on, back now till to the fray Hey, hey, hey, hey Come on, back now till to the fray