We are the animals, Who have lost our hair Retained some of our teeth And gained a choice
We'll chase food, money and sex Until satisfied And when its time to rest Ask whats next?
x4 We are all animals
Well its hard enough to retain control When our instincts are egging us on With biologists and chemists reducing our souls To four letters And when we think about it We're like a masterpiece Whose glimpsed, the artist?
We are, the machines Carrying our various genes Then discarded, When the job is done We are the diciples Who have lost our way Kicked from our pedestal when Darwin burnt the book
x4 We are all animals
Well its hard enough to retain control When our instincts are egging us on Biologists and chemists reducing our souls To four letters Will genes replace Genesis? We're like a masterpiece Whose glimpsed the artist?
We like to think we're at a special place; the stars revolve around the human race But we're just mammals, just, primates Like chimps or g'rillas We see the hair on our face And look at another primate You and I, we relate