Member Of Mankind

In the beginning there was man alone
Then came the angles, humming to a song
Which took the form of a chain and a stone
So man learned to walk, with his feet pressed to the floor
He drew fire from the skies and smoked the leaves
But then he decided its time to leave

He got the axe he’s been hiding in the shed
Cracked up the chain while almost cutting off his leg
And at that instance he began to float
Like a bubble of Champaign from a bottle he once bought
And when he reached the surface he did cry
‘Cause he knew he was about to die

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Now isn’t it a pity, that a creature so refined
Will always to accepted, as a member of mankind
By the mere fact that he’s born and bound to die
Even if his life is just a lie …

So for the uninitiated, I’ll rewind
And explain the situation, called the existential grind
That consumes all resources that one has
From the moment we are born ‘till the day that we are dead
For the simplest of all purpose – just to be
Now go figure why we ever left the tree …

Is it so we can plow our fields ‘till they’re dry?
Or that we can make some money?, or screw some on the side?
Or maybe even so that we can re-elect
The very same people that so boldly us neglect?
Or to find the true velocity of light?
And make a bomb that we can safely drop at night …

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Now isn’t it a pity, that a creature so refined
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So to set the record straight, before we go
Before the bubble bursts, before we’re silently disposed
Let us give the art of living one more chance
Spin the wheel of fortune, maybe even risk romance
And be a part of what we call Humanity
In spite of how absurd that crowd might be