And if one saved humanity   What good would it do, I just can't see   When we're all very firmly stuck   Like little clams, and water's mud      Stuck in this lifetime, good or bad   Avoiding the fact that we've been had   By the inclination to multiply   Work so hard, then lay down and die      The question is the only thing that leaves nothing      Why do people go round and round   Looking for ways to leave the ground   Wasting time from start to end   Looking for answers, God will send      It doesn't seem to make much sense   To praise any gram of importance   There's no commands to be amused   All there is is being abused      And if one saved humanity   What good would it do, I just can't see   When we're all very firmly stuck   Like little clams, and water's mud      It doesn't seem to make much sense   To praise any gram of importance   There's no commands to be amused   All there is is being abused      The question is the only thing that leaves nothing