[Pharrell] First they say the angels sing, and then, the big bang That was the first day, there's six more From organisms to single cells, mutate, to shells Then mutate into spores On dry land (dry land) Where the living scream die man (die man) Awwwwww By the seventh day, he rested as he looked at them Those made, those, men Guess it's safe to say that they don't know Since they not alone, and there's no dusk or dawn As they never washed ashore, but of course, what for? Who cares what lies beyond On dry land (dry land) Where the living scream die man (die man) Awwwwww They see our bones, and say oh no not them again And scream swim, just, swim So while the federal buildings blow, below, fish glow How lovely that must be You shoulda listened to Jacques Costeau, don't say, you don't Stop sending your trash to sea Leave it on the dry land (dry land) Where the living scream die man (die man) Awwwwww He made this world, took it and gave it back again And we learned, no-thing (Nothing, we, we learned nothing right?)