Shall we feel proud of being fate's favorite toys?   Cain's tribe, tribe the chose ones who have no choice   Salt of this earth, salt in the eye of providence      In the everlasting cosmic lotto   Father hydrogen mutates   Into self-confidence and presumption   Is Pigmalion proud of himself?      That poor old monkey Darwin was wrong   There was no evolution at all   Just the case history   The syphilitic clown Nietzsche was wrong   There is no ubermesch at all   All I've heard of were uberworms   That crippled bastard Hawking was wrong   For there is no time at all   The only dimension known to us is fear      The universe is constantly expanding   Yet midgets remain the same   What is above remains above   All is just a matter of scale