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
Can You Feel The Vibes? 