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We done out thing We have evolved We're up on our hind legs The problems solved We are artists We are mathematicians Some of hold extremely high positions But we are tired We are hardly breathing And we are free Go tell the women that we're leaving We re sick and tired Of all this self serving grieving All we wanted was a little consensual rape in the morning And maybe a bit more in the evening We are scientists We do genetics We leave religion To the psychos and fanatics But we are tired We got nothing to believe in We are lost SongtexteGo tell the women continued We don't know a thing We're hip to the sound of six billion people going down We are magicians We are deceiving We're free and we're lost Go tell the women that we're leaving Come.. on back now to the fray Aus Songtexte Mania