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EDWIN McCAIN >> Merchandise Links
EDWIN McCAIN
Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wings Of gossamer and protein still we haven't learned a thing Are we caught up in our anger, locked up in our rage In the opera of selection on this our earthly stage And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind Are we destined to be Darwin's children this time The ribbons of our cigarettes vanish in the ai rIn the glow of our great teacher we sit and blankly stare And the sky could open up and what would we have to say Something cute about burning out, better than fading away And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind Are we destined to be Darwin's children this time On the wings of invention now we hurdle toward our fate As sure as the sunset burns Collective resignation, evolutionary fate When will we ever learn And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind Are we destined to be Darwin's children this time
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