We done our thing   We have evolved   We're up on our hind legs   The problems solved      We are artists   We are mathematicians   Some of hold extremely   High positions      But we are tired   We are 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 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, hey, hey, hey   Come on, back now till to the fray   Hey, hey, hey, hey   Come on, back now till to the fray   Hey, hey, hey, hey   Come on, back now till to the fray