Darwin's Theory Doesn't Work

We are the saints, We had to little time to prepare Are you aware, how this would turn out if you would care? We are the ones who give us absolution WE ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO KNOW HOW TO GET TO THE TOP She sits on the couch Staring at the TV She is so fucking proud Of her ridiculous life She hates the children which are playing in the park too loud She hates the neighbours which are lawn mowing at 12 o'clock She would be rich She would be fame But everyone disrupts her work She would be rich She would be fame They had to stop – its such a shame We are the saints, We had to little time to prepare Are you aware, how this would turn out if you would care? We are the ones who give us absolution WE ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO KNOW HOW TO GET TO THE TOP Let's remember the times we fought for our lives The time we thought that would matter We won't preserve the songs we wrote This isn't the life that we fought for Let's remember the times we were to blame The lie we thought that would gather We won't preserve the songs we wrote This isn't the life that we hoped for In the central park he walks a lonely road He's so upset that every night his kids can find no sleep On the other side she's sitting on a bench Pretend that her nice man is gonna fuck a wench He hates his fucking life, want to take his knife But carve it in, but he thought That this is not his fault She gazes and starves inside Wanna feel her man inside But he fucks and the other cunt sucks She hates the world outside The girl and the man will meet In the middle of the hate they keep They think it's best to cry They don't know that its a fucking lie She hates her fucking life He hates her fucking lies They hate their fucking lives BUT IT'S A FUCKING LIE He hates his fucking life She hates his fucking lies They hate their fucking lives BUT IT'S A FUCKING LIE WE ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO CAN GET TO THE TOP They hate the world They stole their time Who's gonna end - This fucking crime WE ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO CAN GET TO THE TOP Let's remember the times we fought for our lives The time we thought that would matter We won't preserve the songs we wrote This isn't the life that we fought for Let's remember the times we were to blame The lie we thought that would gather We won't preserve the songs we wrote This isn't the life that we hoped for We are the saints, We had to little time to prepare Are you aware, how this would turn out if you would care? We are the ones who give us absolution WE ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO KNOW HOW TO GET TO THE TOP