Man X went up to Man Y,    Stepped in his garden and spat in his eye   and said 'I aint moving your grass is greener you wanna settle this name your arena'      First we made the Wheel   Then we made the Car   Then we made the Bomb   Now it’s all gone wrong      We used to be content with a piece of charcoal   Sketching on walls in a gloomy dark hole   Then we put our strengths into building castles   Now we’re a tribe of destructive arseholes   Crawled on all fours our hands replaced paws   As if we foresaw we would open doors   From trees we made oars to explore the shores   We were madly obsessed with the great outdoors   But not in that order I hear you moaning   But what can you tell from a fossilised stone   In a pile of bones the truth becomes clear   We pioneered schemes just too severe    Way back then there were few concerns   Find meat to eat, chop wood to burn   And learn to avoid the sabre toothed tiger   Now our biggest enemy is laser guided   Too much weight draped on our shoulders   The land that we knew stood firm to hold us   Colonisation is what they sold us   So someone decided we needed soldiers   Destructive forces is what they told us   Invent the engine, replace the horses   We stretched resources to drive our porsches   And now it’s all gone wrong      First we made the Wheel   Then we made the Car   Then we made the Bomb   Now it’s all gone wrong      Man X had forgotten Man Y   He was too busy tryna learn to fly   Meanwhile Man Y mixed a potion   And flattened Man X with a huge explosion      You can turn your backs but you can’t ignore me   There’s a part of this story that’s truly gory   You gotta feel sickness as I depict this   You never can escape that you’ve been a witness   Hunting the deer we became distracted   Troubled by the way that our neighbours acted   Jumped to conclusions with sick delusions   Cos bulk intrusions had us confused   Began with the fusion of elements new   And strongly denied we developed a brew   To burn off flesh of an irrelevant few   A malevolent crew not benevolent   The traitor we hated penned the paper   Concocted a potion to make him greater    We knocked up a treat in a laboratory   At the time of conception it shouted glory    Reel off a list of the usual suspects   Subjectively speaking we all got defects   We all cavemen in a suit and tie   Man why you opposing conform or die?   I know I’ve put it simply and quite condensed   The wheel was a brainstorm of commonest sense   But now we need a branch just for terror defence   So somewhere it went wrong    Hence      First we made the Wheel   Then we made the Car   Then we made the Bomb   Now it’s all gone wrong