Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wings   Of gossamer and protein still we haven't learned a thing   Are we caught up in our anger, locked up in our rage   In the opera of selection on this our earthly stage      And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave   Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave   Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind   Are we destined to be Darwin's children this time      The ribbons of our cigarettes vanish in the air   In the glow of our great teacher we sit and blankly stare   And the sky could open up and what would we have to say   Something cute about burning out, better than fading away      And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave   Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave   Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind   Are we destined to be Darwin's children this time      On the wings of invention now we hurdle toward our fate   As sure as the sunset burns   Collective resignation, evolutionary fate   When will we ever learn      And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave   Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave   Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind   Are we destined to be Darwin's children this time