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She was a real fine specimen of humanity, she had all the bits and pieces where God meant them to be

And every lash was a lover cooing so gently, while the fishes in the ocean swam gracefully

Eat your heart out, eat your heart out. Chew 'em up, spit 'em out

She cast her eyes and clenched her face, to a great big sea of jocks and apes

Small town bullies, posers and fakes, two bit hustlers junkies and snakes

They liked to slobber, dribble and drool, suckin' on their lagers, eyein' up the jewels

Huffin' and a puffin' and a chokin' on the fuel. Big Bustin' Broncos, with big, bustin' tools!

She walked right in, lighting up the joint.. Struttin' that mean stuff, stressing every point

And their faces turned white as she settled in with ease. Complete brain malfunctions homosapiens disease

As tongues untied, they bumbled over grunts, infantile slobbers, adolescent stunts

Eager for the kill, but clueless to the hunt. Slaves tot he stereotype and puppets to the front

Hold your fire, cool your jets, swallow your pride, disengage

You apes aint gonna make it just swinging in the trees

You better learn to walk upright before she brings you to your knees

Yeah the battle raged on, pheromones and gist, evolutionary wishes, jism and drips

Test tube babies, chemical that mix, too lethal to explode, but seething to hiss.

Now it's time to unleash this metabolic overload, the symphonies of planets, microcosmic superbowl

When push comes to shove, Mother Nature takes her toll

Survival of the species, container for ythe soul

She looked real hard and cracked a grin. "I feel a little adrenaline"

I could use a little bit of discipline. Who's come to play, let the party begin!"

They shrunk back soft, they shriveled and creaked, faces turning cherry, knees going weak.

Blusterin' and a flusterin', unable to speak. Willing lambs to the slaughter, gone all quiet and meek.

Hold your fire, cool your jets, swallow your pride, disengage

You apes aint gonna make it just swinging in the trees

You better learn to walk upright before she brings you to your knees

And God, she created civilization

(And it didn't take long, to whip these apes into shape.)
She was a real fine specimen of humanity, she had all the bits and pieces where God meant them to be      And every lash was a lover cooing so gently, while the fishes in the ocean swam gracefully      Eat your heart out, eat your heart out. Chew 'em up, spit 'em out      She cast her eyes and clenched her face, to a great big sea of jocks and apes      Small town bullies, posers and fakes, two bit hustlers junkies and snakes      They liked to slobber, dribble and drool, suckin' on their lagers, eyein' up the jewels      Huffin' and a puffin' and a chokin' on the fuel. Big Bustin' Broncos, with big, bustin' tools!      She walked right in, lighting up the joint.. Struttin' that mean stuff, stressing every point      And their faces turned white as she settled in with ease. Complete brain malfunctions homosapiens disease      As tongues untied, they bumbled over grunts, infantile slobbers, adolescent stunts      Eager for the kill, but clueless to the hunt. Slaves tot he stereotype and puppets to the front      Hold your fire, cool your jets, swallow your pride, disengage      You apes aint gonna make it just swinging in the trees      You better learn to walk upright before she brings you to your knees      Yeah the battle raged on, pheromones and gist, evolutionary wishes, jism and drips      Test tube babies, chemical that mix, too lethal to explode, but seething to hiss.      Now it's time to unleash this metabolic overload, the symphonies of planets, microcosmic superbowl      When push comes to shove, Mother Nature takes her toll      Survival of the species, container for ythe soul      She looked real hard and cracked a grin. "I feel a little adrenaline"      I could use a little bit of discipline. Who's come to play, let the party begin!"      They shrunk back soft, they shriveled and creaked, faces turning cherry, knees going weak.      Blusterin' and a flusterin', unable to speak. Willing lambs to the slaughter, gone all quiet and meek.      Hold your fire, cool your jets, swallow your pride, disengage      You apes aint gonna make it just swinging in the trees      You better learn to walk upright before she brings you to your knees      And God, she created civilization      (And it didn't take long, to whip these apes into shape.)