PART ONE You take a piece of wood You join it to another Piece of wood and then You do it all again Until you've got a house A little wooden house You get a piece of land Or just a patch of forest Where you hunt some meat So you can sit and eat And when you're warm and fed You can go to bed For this you were born to k** You find a woman who Will make you feel so good And she will share your life And will become your wife And when you're warm and fed You can go to bed For her you were born to k** It's just a simple life And when your children grow And they just want to play In golden fields of hay And when the sun goes The light from your house glows One day a band of strangers Knock you to the ground And take your land from you Your wife and children too Tears and blood will mix You can fight guns with sticks For this you were born to k** Life brings Confusion Conscience conscious Mankind The futurists The forward path's Locked in our past When wise men And leaders Sent our young braves out To the hills To test their sk**s To become stronger Live much longer For peace and stillness They were born to k** PART TWO Hear the ba*tards screaming They wake you from your dreaming Can you feel it Primitively Positively Definitely Just protection Born to k** Natural selection Born to k** Sophistication You don't have to cry Racial menstruation You don't have to die Hear the sound of firing It's politics expiring PART THREE It's your house It's your life Your kids and wife Extensions Of your own seed Just how far Do you need to breed So draw the line With reason And understanding But be sure That you're not part Of someone else's Private planning Life brings Confusion Conscience conscious Mankind The futurists Sent our young braves out To the hills To test their sk**s To become stronger Live much longer We were born to k**