Homo Sapien

What a time to be alive A TV set in the fridge A voice that recites the news And leaves out the gloomy bits A God for the modern soul With even, paternal speech Hardwired to your desire The meaning of luxury Ever since the stone we carved The ore that became the blade The spices we died to trade The gun that we used to say "Stand straight up and down" Speakin' intelligently "Straight up and down" Speakin' intelligently The sensual touch of glass So smooth on the fingertips The erotic quality of Not feeling meaningless Reflecting a lovely gaze Commanding and amorous A matte-finished wishing well Seductive and glamorous The primal desire to fuck The primitive urge to kill The endorphins of the hunt Jump like begging dogs Standing straight up and down Speakin' intelligently Straight up and down Speakin' intelligently Straight up and down Speakin' intelligently Straight up and down Speakin' intelligently