Anthropology Songtext
von Random Hand

Red is the colour of my blood
Just like surely anger should be
But I can′t link the two
As I sail past bricks light seems to lose all its relevance
No greater good or intelligence
Brains sink down along with the sun
Is it wrong if my main reaction's to run?
Echoes four stories high in my spine
Quickening the pace cos you know it′s such a fine line
In time some sign will find you
Strange how your cautiousness will blind you
Current of concrete mighty flow
Strong street torrent makes you go
To a spot where its hot but you're not gonna stop
Cos the worlds' your foe BD noise overshadows the rest
K-town has to take Second best
It′s fair to say that greys a pest for most
And it′s strange how they live in modern homes
Yet the instincts of the cave still reside within their bones
And then they communicate with the raising of a fist
And they only will debate with the act of getting pissed
And you know when they're around
There′s a change in atmosphere
Such a strong distinctive sound
Cos the instincts are so clear
If you're following their tracks
Then be sure to stay alert
Cos they sometimes will attack
And they have been known to hurt

They call this species human
They call this species human
They call this species human


They call this species human
They call this species human
They call this species human

A-grade twats grinning over chocs
And that post-dinner Party coffee mocks below
Why don′t these wankers go
To a place where impulse drives? Not bound by rules
Where they form these hives
Tripping over each other so they can impress the queen
Society's so obscene
Now look guess what?
Those Roche cunts have lost the plot
I′m a pacifist but, hope their heads explode
Then there's this place 01535 alive?
What a dive but its home where I reside
Divided up and branded by your road
And it's true that I′m not entirely down
But it′s not the greatest view
It's a hazy middle ground
And there′s creatures down below
And there's creatures up above
But no matter where I go
There′s that well known mental shove
Cos they act in different ways
Some are so predictable
Fixed on what their leader says in pedantic rituals
Maybe one day they'll evolve then they′ll open up their eyes
Then I might just get involved and forget the question why?

They call this species human
They call this species human
They call this species human

They call this species human
They call this species human
They call this species human

And they spread like fire with a coarse desire just to plant a flag
Or to fill a bag with the fruits of where they stand
Rip the land for what they have planned
Two heads make more heaps, fill more beds, spin more threads
Tracks will multiply, they go where promise pulls
Wear cloth but they're all animals