We've done our thingnWe have evolvednWe're up on our hind legsnThe problem's solvednnWe are artistsnWe are mathematiciansnSome of us hold extremely nHigh positionsnnBut we are tirednWe're hardly breathingnAnd we're freenGo tell the women that we're leavingnnWe're sick and tirednOf all this self-serving grievingnAll we wanted was a little consensual rape in the morningnAnd maybe a bit more in the eveningnnWe are scientistsnWe do geneticsnWe leave religionnTo the psychos and fanaticsnnBut we are tirednWe got nothing to believe innWe are lostnGo tell the women that we're leavingnnWe've done our thingnWe're hip to the soundnOf six billion people nGoing downnnWe are magiciansnWe are deceivingnWe're free and we're lostnGo tell the women that we're leavingnnCome on back now to the fray