Verse 1When The Muslims Crossed The Gibraltar StraightAnd Kicked The Catholics In The Caliphate,They Didn't Burn Down Basque. They Turned That ChurchInto A MosqueWhen The Christians Set Out In The State Of Galicia'Til Someone Said, How's About A ReconquistaBut Put Down The Torch, Turn That MosqueInto A ChurchNow, The Moores Topple The Visigoth's ReignWho Had Ran The Vandals Out Of Modern Day SpainWho Once Sacked Rome, It's A Modern Day ShameAll The Books We Lost When Those People BurnedBut It's Not Like The Romans Started With The Clean SlateIt's Implied In Their Name, A Colonial StateYou Replace The Culture, But Keep TheirInfrastructure *Cough*So A Revolution This And A Revolution ThatYou May Kill The Flesh But Leave The Bones IntactWe Got To Copy The Homework Of The Last AsshatsOr Deny Ourselves A Guillotine Recap. Or Decap? AnywayChorusYou Don't Start From Scratch As A Human BeingIt's Not Allowed, There's No Such ThingWe Are Pissing Into The WindFrom The Shoulders Of GiantsAnd We're The Little Guys, So What Can We DoBut Cross Our Fingers, Pray The Bad Guys LoseThe Oligarchy's Not Sending Its FinestVerse 2Now When A Place Called The Ussr FellA Whole Bunch Of Land Went Up For SaleBut Average Joe Lost His InviteTo The AuctionSo The Wealthy And Well-Connected PeopleBought It Up For Pennies On The RubelAnd Thus Cemented The New Russian OligarchyHmm...History Feels Far From Random,We Look Behind To UnderstandHow An Oil Baron Has Just PurchasedThe Grand CanyonTurns Out You Can Justify Any Use Of ForceFrom The Cockpit Of A Looted CorpseThe Rice Whales And Protected ForestsAre Obstacles, Best Left IgnoredI Heard They Brought Back The Dire WolfWell Next Up The Entire GulfLet The Next AssholesCome Clean Up This Mess For UsJust Tell ThemChorusYou Don't Start From Scratch As A Human BeingIt's Not Allowed, There's No Such ThingWe Are Pissing Into The WindFrom The Shoulders Of GiantsAnd We're The Little Guys, So What Can We DoBut Cross Our Fingers, Pray The Bad Guys LoseThe Oligarchy's Not Sending Its FinestVerse 3Fun Fact, Music Predates Spoken LanguageAnd Violence Predates The VertebraeAnd The Neanderthals Beat Us To The FluteSo We Beat Their Heads Into The First SorbetDon't Point Your Fingers At Your Mom And DadIt Was Grandpa's Grandpa's Job To ScrapeThe Million Layers Of Piss Off The GroundOf The Bathroom Of Life,That's Just To SayChorusYou Don't Start From Scratch As A Human BeingIt's Not Allowed, There's No Such ThingWe Are Pissing Into The WindFrom The Shoulders Of GiantsAnd We're The Little Guys, So What Can We DoBut Cross Our Fingers, Pray The Good Guys WinWhen Evolution Starts Sending Its Finest