Homo Sapien

What a time to be alive

A TV set in the fridge

A voice that recites the news

And leaves out the gloomy bits

A god for the modern soul

With even, paternal speech

Hardwired to your desire

The meaning of luxury

Ever since the stone we carved

The ore that became the blade

The spices we died to trade

The gun that we used to say

"Stand straight up and down"

Speaking intelligently

Straight up and down

Speaking intelligently

The sensual touch of glass

So smooth on the fingertips

The erotic quality of not feeling meaningless

Reflecting a lovely gaze

Commanding and amorous

A matte-finished wishing well

Seductive and glamorous

The primal desire to fuck

The primitive urge to kill

The endorphins of the hunt

Jump like begging dogs

Standing straight up and down

Speaking intelligently

Straight up and down

Speaking intelligently

Straight up and down

Speaking intelligently

Straight up and down

Speaking intelligently