Walking My path, I look around and see (constant fighting!) Mutating ballet, bouncing and gambling (killing and dying!) But I’m no fool I’ve been telling my mates that I will win again In there a bunch of beings that will fit my hands Leather, paper and resources fill a smoking train I’ve been telling my mates that I will win again I’ve been telling my mates that I will win again Causes for killing machines on the glory of man I’ve been telling my mates that I will win again I will win again, I will win again Bones and arrows, fur and teeth against my Napalm Powder on my face helps me to stay calm I can see beautiful landscapes from the airplane I will win again, I will win again Slaves! Of evolution! Slaves! Of evolution! Walking My path, I look around and see Mutating ballet, bouncing and gambling I’ve been telling my mates that I will win again Causes for ‘killing machines’ on the glory of man I’ve been telling my mates that I will win again I will win again, I will win again Bones and arrows, fur and teeth against my Napalm Powder on my face helps me to stay calm I can see beautiful landscapes from the airplane I will win again, I will win again Slaves! Of evolution! Slaves! Of evolution!