|Lyrics by John Lister|
Hey mankind, you kill yourselves for your Allah, I've read the Kabala and what does it mean?
The word mankind, is a straight oxymoron, a three hour tour on the bloody Red Sea
Why do we kill ourselves with gas, grenades and guns?
I hear the funeral bells they chime for everyone
Hey mankind, I just point to the problems, no I cannot solve them, I'm gonna need help
Hey mankind, let's put down our weapons, our cowardly suspicions, and share all our wealth
Hey mankind, I feel that I need to tell you, human souls they have value, I'm sure there is hope
Hey mankind I think we all need to relax, pay all of your surtax, Cuz' we're not all dopes