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Man X went up to Man Y, Stepped in his garden and spat in his eye and said 'I aint movin' your grass is greener- you wanna settle this name your arena' Chorus First we made the Wheel Then we made the Car Then we made the Bomb Now it's all gone wrong We used to be content with a piece of charcoal Sketching on walls in a gloomy dark hole Letras de cancionesThen we put our strengths into building castles Now we're a tribe of destructive arseholes Crawled on all fours our hands replaced paws- As if we foresaw we would open doors From trees we made oars to explore the shores We were madly obsessed with the great outdoors But not in that order I hear you moanin But what can you tell from a fossilised stone In a pile of bones the truth becomes clear We Pioneered schemes just too severe Way back then there were few concerns Find meat to eat, chop wood to burn And learn to avoid the sabre-toothed tiger Now our biggest enemy is laser-guided Too much weight draped on our shoulders The land that we knew stood firm to hold us Colonisation is what they sold us So someone decided we needed soldiers Destructive forces is what they told us Invent the engine replace the horses We stretched resources to drive our Porsches And now it's all gone wrong Chorus Man X had forgotten Man Y He was too busy tryna learn to fly Meanwhile Man Y mixed a potion And flattened Man X with a huge explosion You can turn your backs but you can't ignore me There's a part of this story that's truly gory You gotta feel sickness as I depict this You never can escape that you've been a witness Hunting the deer we became distracted Disturbed by the way that our neighbours acted Jumped to conclusions with sick delusions Cos bulk intrusions had us confused Began with the fusion of elements new And strongly denied we'd developed a brew To burn off flesh of an irrelevant few A malevolent crew not benevolent The traitor we hated penned the paper Concocted a potion to make him greater We knocked up a treat in a laboratory At the time of conception it shouted glory Reel off a list of the usual suspects Subjectively speaking we all got defects We all cavemen in a suit and tie Man why you opposing conform or die I know I've put it simply and quite condensed The wheel was a brainstorm of commonest sense But now we need a branch just for terror defence So somewhere it went wrong, hence... Chorus From Letras Mania