We done our thing
We have evolved
We're up on our hind legs

The problem solved
We are artists
We are mathematicians

Some of us hold extremely high positions
But we are tired
We're hardly breathing

And we're 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 afternoon

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 done our thing
We're hip to the sound

Of six billion people
Going down
We are magicians

We are deceiving
We are free and we're lost
Go tell the women that we're leaving


Hey hey
Hey hey

Come on back now to the fray
Hey hey
Hey hey

Come on back now to the fray
Hey hey
Hey hey