Cruci-Fiction in Space

 

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

If Christ was in Texas

The hammer, the sickle, the only Son

This is your creation

The Adam of Eden was a bomb

If Jack was a Baptist

We'd drink wine from his head

 

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

 

I am a revolution

Pull my knuckles down, if I could

I am a revelation

And I'm nailed to the holy wood

 

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

 

We are dead as a moth yesterday

We are dead as a moth crucify us in our space

In our space

In our space

In our space

In our space

In our space

In our space

In our space

 

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

 

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

 

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

 

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

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