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PREHISTORIC
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PREHISTORIC was released on October 13, 2023 by CARBONIFEROUS RECORDS as a part of the album DECOMPOSITION
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Release DateOctober 13, 2023
LabelCARBONIFEROUS RECORDS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tim Warner
Tim Warner
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gordon Conner
Gordon Conner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Byrde
Byrde
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer
Luke Munson
Luke Munson
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Have you learned nothing
From echoes of time gone by
Repeating history in front of our eyes
Sitting high and mighty for a lifetime and a half
You've been here way too long
Time to step back
May as well have risen
From twelve feet below the rubble
You give younger generations
Nothing but trouble
Prehistoric man, who brought you back from the dead
Pointing your finger and chopping off heads
Your skin is practically falling off your bones
Yet here you sit, saying I'll die alone
Cretaceous and pretentious
Check the motherfucking census
Survey says- you'll do anything to not have to defend us
Jurassic, problematic
You're just asking for theatrics
Need I remind you that
The ocean's full of fucking plastic
Devonian, you're the only one
Whose watched the world die slowly
While you've sat back in your chair
Claiming "climate change is phony"
Ordovician, inefficient
How've your kept your position
Indifference to disaster
Isn't in your job description
May as well have risen
From twelve feet below the rubble
You give younger generations
Nothing but trouble
Prehistoric man, who brought you back from the dead
Pointing your finger and chopping off heads
Your skin is practically falling off your bones
Yet here you sit, saying ill die alone
In hell of all places, don't you know it well
Seen it with your own eyes, we can all tell
Get back in your grave, you rotten son of a bitch
I'd like you better dead as fuck in a ditch
Prehistoric man, who brought you back from the dead
Pointing your finger and chopping off heads
Your skin is practically falling off your bones
Yet here you sit, saying I'll die alone
In hell of all places, don't you know it well
Seen it with your own eyes, we can all tell
Get back in your grave, you rotten son of a bitch
(I'd like you better)
I'd like you better dead as fuck in a ditch
Written by: Gordon Conner
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