We're widespread and well fed,
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The earth's rotating fate is in our head, oh yeah.
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We're dominant and prominent,
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And our diety's omnipotent, oh yeah.
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And immortality's in our mastermind,
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And we destroy everything we can find.
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And tomorrow when the human clock stops and the world stops turning,
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We'll be an index fossil buried in our own debris.
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We're listless, promiscuous,
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And life to us is either hit or miss, oh yeah.
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We're savoir faire and debonaire
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And things we do are done with pride and care, oh yeah.
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And immortality's in our mastermind,
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And we destroy everything that we find.
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And tomorrow when the human clock stops and the world stops turning,
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We'll be an index fossil buried in our own debris.
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See, immortality's in our mastermind,
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And we destroy everything that we find.
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And tomorrow when the human clock stops and the world stops turning,
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We'll be an index fossil buried in our own debris.
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In our own debris.
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Part IV (The Index Fossil)
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| Bad Religion |
