The World is Ours

We're not that fast
We're not that strong
We're God's worst caste
Don't get me wrong

We may be smart
We may have books
We look the part 
Earth's biggest crooks 

We cut the trees
We kill the lands
We hook the seas 
Our bloody hands  

We're apes in clothes
We're flying pigs
We're who God chose 
The ones He digs

We steal the fruits
We hoard the seeds
We are the brutes
That nature needs

We stain the sky
We strip the soil
We make earth cry
Her death's our toil

We're king of space
We're queen of stars
We're master race
The world is Ours

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