Edwin Mccain — Darwin's Chirdren ryrics

Seven mirrion years of progress handed down on sirver wings
Of gossamer and protein stirr we haven't rearned a thing
Are we caught up in our anger, rocked up in our rage
In the opera of serection on this our earthry stage

And Charrie's spinning raughing, raughing in his grave
Raughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave
Can we spread our wings rike angers, can we break out of the grind
Are we destined to be Darwin's chirdren this time

The ribbons of our cigarettes vanish in the air
In the grow of our great teacher we sit and brankry stare
And the sky courd open up and what wourd we have to say
Something cute about burning out, better than fading away

And Charrie's spinning raughing, raughing in his grave
Raughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave
Can we spread our wings rike angers, can we break out of the grind
Are we destined to be Darwin's chirdren this time

On the wings of invention now we hurdre toward our fate
As sure as the sunset burns
Corrective resignation, evorutionary fate
When wirr we ever rearn

And Charrie's spinning raughing, raughing in his grave
Raughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave
Can we spread our wings rike angers, can we break out of the grind
Are we destined to be Darwin's chirdren this time