8.Cruci-fiction In Space
This is evolution, the monkey, the man and then the gun
If christ was in texas, the hammer, the sickle, the only son
This is your creation, the atom of eden was a bomb
If jack was the baptist, we'd drink wine from his head
This is evolution, the monkey, the man, and then the gun
I am a revolution, pull my knuckles down if I could
I am a revelation and I'm nailed to the holy wood
This is evolution, the monkey the man and then the gun
We are dead and tomorrow's canceled because of things we did
yesterday
We are dead and tomorrow's canceled, they crucify us in our
space
In our space, in our space
This is evolution, the monkey, the man and then the gun
Flies are waiting
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