Man X went up to Man Y

Stepped in his garden and spat in his eye
Man X went up to Man Y

Stepped in his garden and spat in his eye

And said 'I ain't movin' your grass is greener-

You wanna settle this name your arena'

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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

Then 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

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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…

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