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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Smither
Chris Smither
Vocals
David Goodrich
David Goodrich
Electric Guitar
Lou Ulrich
Lou Ulrich
Bass
Mike Piehl
Mike Piehl
Drums
Tim O'Brien
Tim O'Brien
Mandolin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Smither
Chris Smither
Composer

Lyrics

(Intro guitar riff) Well, Eve told Adam Snakes? I've had 'em! Let's get outta here! Go raise this family someplace outta town. They left the garden just in time With the landlord cussin' right behind. They headed East, And they finally settled down. One thing led to another: A bunch of sons, One killed his brother And they kicked him out with nothin' but his clothes. And the human race survived 'Cause all those brothers found wives But where they came from Ain't nobody knows. (Guitar riff) Then came the flood Go figure... Just like New Orleans only bigger. No one who couldn't swim would make it through. The lucky ones were on a boat Think "circus" And then make it float I hope nobody pulls the plug on you! How they fed that crowd is a mystery. It ain't down in the history, But it's a sense they didn't Live on cakes and jam. Lions don't eat cabbage And in spite of that old adage, I ain't never seen one Lie down with a lamb. (Long guitar riff) Well, Charlie Darwin looked so far Into the way things are. He caught a glimpse of God's Unfolding plan. God said: "I'll make some DNA" They can use it any way they want From paramecium Right up to man." "They'll have sex And mixed up sections of their code They'll have mutations... The whole thing works like clockwork over time." "I'll just sit back in the shade While everyone gets laid. That's what I call Intelligent design." Yeah, you and your cat named Felix, Both wrapped up in that double helix, Is what we call Intelligent design.
Writer(s): Smither William Christopher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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