They say there's savages in the trees
I say the beasts are you and me
For clothes and cars we work our ass
Animals are happy in a feild of grass
We run around frantic there's no time
And animals sit back and laugh at mankind
They say we as a race are quite superior
I say our exploits make us very inferior
For trinkets and toys we work our ass
But for all our fear and loathing we are to laugh