Homo Sapien

What a time to be alive
A TV set in the fridge
A voice that recites the news
And leaves out the gloomy bits

A God for the modern soul
With even, paternal speech
Hardwired to your desire
The meaning of luxury

Ever since the stone we carved
The ore that became the blade
The spices we died to trade
The gun that we used to say

"Stand straight up and down"
Speakin' intelligently
"Straight up and down"
Speakin' intelligently

The sensual touch of glass
So smooth on the fingertips
The erotic quality of
Not feeling meaningless

Reflecting a lovely gaze
Commanding and amorous
A matte-finished wishing well
Seductive and glamorous

The primal desire to fuck
The primitive urge to kill
The endorphins of the hunt
Jump like begging dogs

Standing straight up and down
Speakin' intelligently
Straight up and down
Speakin' intelligently

Straight up and down
Speakin' intelligently
Straight up and down
Speakin' intelligently