Everybody's evolving except me
But I don't want to come down from me favorite tree.
No, you can't make me go
From my tree I'll admire the show
I'd rather stay a monkey's uncle

Everybody's making brand new tools
Rubbing stick together, they look like perfect fools
They've got a desire, 
To  play with atomic fire
I'd rather stay a monkey's uncle

F# A E B
Too species, too many strangers
Too many things that don't belong
I hear the galloping of the reaper's horse,
It closing fast and it won't be long
Toxic water and poison air, 
with only ourselves to blame.
Guitarists race for 32nd notes
While lead eating children go insane

Do you feel slightly guility?
For this trash heap Earth.
I'm sure she feels your sympathy
You'll be dead for what it's worth# copyright Joe Johnston