And if one saved humanity
What good would it do, I just can't see
When we're all very firmly stuck
Like little clams, and water's mud
Stuck in this lifetime, good or bad
Avoiding the fact that we've been had
By the inclination to multiply
Work so hard, then lay down and die
The question is the only thing that leaves nothing
Why do people go round and round
Looking for ways to leave the ground
Wasting time from start to end
Looking for answers, God will send
It doesn't seem to make much sense
To praise any gram of importance
There's no commands to be amused
All there is is being abused
And if one saved humanity
What good would it do, I just can't see
When we're all very firmly stuck
Like little clams, and water's mud
It doesn't seem to make much sense
To praise any gram of importance
There's no commands to be amused
All there is is being abused
The question is the only thing that leaves nothing