Edwin McCain - Darwin's Children Lyrics
Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wingsOf gossamer and protein still we havent learned a thingAre we caught up in our anger, locked up in our rageIn the opera of selection on this our earthly stageAnd charlies spinning laughing, laughing in his graveLaughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gaveCan we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grindAre we destined to be darwins children this timeThe ribbons of our cigarettes vanish in the aiRin the glow of our great teacher we sit and blankly stareAnd the sky could open up and what would we have to saySomething cute about burning out, better than fading awayAnd charlies spinning laughing, laughing in his graveLaughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gaveCan we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grindAre we destined to be darwins children this timeOn the wings of invention now we hurdle toward our fateAs sure as the sunset burnsCollective resignation, evolutionary fateWhen will we ever learnAnd charlies spinning laughing, laughing in his graveLaughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gaveCan we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grindAre we destined to be darwins children this time
