And if one saved humanity, what good what it do? I just can't see
When we're all very firmly stuck like little clams in water's muck
Stuck in this lifetime, good or bad, avoiding the fact that we've been had
By the inclination to multiply and work so hard and lay down and die
The question is the only thing that leaves nothing
Why do people go round and round looking for ways to leave the ground?
Wasting time from start to end, looking for answers God will send
It doesn't seem to make much sense to praise any grant of importance
There's no commence to be amused, and all there is is being abused
And if one saved humanity, what good what it do? I just can't see
When we're all very firmly stuck like little clams in water's muck
Doesn't seem to make much sense to praise any grant of importance
There's no commence to be amused, and all there is is being abused
The question is the only thing that leaves nothing