Go Tell The Women

We've done our thing
We have evolved
We're up on our hind legs
The problem's solved
We are artists
We are mathematicians
Some of us hold extremely
High positions
But we are tired
We are hardly breathing
And we are free
Go tell the women that we're leaving

We're sick and tired
Of all this self-serving grieving
All we wanted was a little consensual rape in the morning
And maybe a bit more in the evening
We are scientists
We do genetics
We leave religion
To the psychos and fanatics
But we are tired
We got nothing to believe in
We are lost
Go tell the women that we're leaving

We don't know a thing
We're hip to the sound
Of six billion people going down
We are magicians
We are deceiving
We're free and we're lost
Go tell the women that we're leaving

Hey

Come
On back now to the fray