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Am'Bang' goes the big bang Cin the darkness and thunder. AmAdam and Eve were Cstrands of bacteria. AmBlind we crawled with Cthe birds and the bees, FFew years on we Gclimbed down from the trees, AmAnd were standin' in Africa, Clookin' at the sky AmSaying 'why we're here? CWhat happens when we die? ' AmWe used god as a word for Cthe things we can't see, FNow put on some clothes and Glet's wait for tv.
AmWell it doesn't take 'Ctill we're painting caves, AmMakin' some men kings Cand other men slaves, AmSayin' God is our reason, GCod is our leader, FGod spoke to me and Ghe told me to kill ya. '
AmWe spread like a virus to Cevery dark corner, AmGreeks and romans are Clayin' down borders. AmThe slaves and the soldiers, Cthe queens and the kings, FWherever they were, Gthey all used to sing:
AmBirth, Gdeath, Fweddings and Cwars, AmThat's Gall we Fare good Cfor. AmIf all of Gthe past was Fplayed as a Csong, AmThen our lives Gare a beat of the Cdrum.
Invading, enslaving, then trading the plunder, Tobaco and opium, tea leaves and sugar. Empires built with the bones of the slaughtered. A barrel of booze in return for your daughters and Birth, death, weddings and wars, Naissance, décès, mariage et guerre, Above the same earth, beneath the same stars, You can't hide the beast that we are. Well by the dark ages we're gettin' into guns, Still fightin' over god and who's got the right ones, Still singin' and dancin', now we're paintin' on canvas, Pasting the time with our s** and our violence. The west gets rich and it strangles the earth, Romeo and Juliet can't make it work. Factories, A-Bombs and Flying-Machines, Finally someone invents the tv. And it's birth, death, weddings and wars, Naissance, décès, mariage et guerre, Above the same earth, beneath the same stars, You can't hide the beast that we are. Instead of hunting now we go to Tescos, Instead of talking now we wear headphones, Instead of mountains we're heading for mars, Instead of god we have credit cards. And we're still here two thousand and somethin', No peace, economy is crashing, Still singin' and dancin' and looking at the sky, sayin' 'Why are we here? What happens when we die? ' Singing birth, death, weddings and wars, That's all we're good for. If all of the past was played as a song, Then our lives are a beat of the drum, Then our lives are a beat of the drum.