Walking My path, I look around and see (constant fighting!)
Mutating ballet, bouncing and gambling (killing and dying!)
But I’m no fool

I’ve been telling my mates that I will win again
In there a bunch of beings that will fit my hands
Leather, paper and resources fill a smoking train
I’ve been telling my mates that I will win again

I’ve been telling my mates that I will win again
Causes for killing machines on the glory of man
I’ve been telling my mates that I will win again
I will win again, I will win again

Bones and arrows, fur and teeth against my Napalm
Powder on my face helps me to stay calm
I can see beautiful landscapes from the airplane
I will win again, I will win again

Slaves! Of evolution!
Slaves! Of evolution!

Walking My path, I look around and see
Mutating ballet, bouncing and gambling

I’ve been telling my mates that I will win again
Causes for ‘killing machines’ on the glory of man
I’ve been telling my mates that I will win again
I will win again, I will win again

Bones and arrows, fur and teeth against my Napalm
Powder on my face helps me to stay calm
I can see beautiful landscapes from the airplane
I will win again, I will win again

Slaves! Of evolution!
Slaves! Of evolution!