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Surival of the Fittest Lyrics
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You come to me and ask me my opinion.
I tell you things you would have never known.
What does the future have in store for mankind?
I paint the picture it can never be shown.
Times are changin', rearrangin'
A few have got control, not tellin' what they'll do,
The end could come soon.
Survival.
Stand your guard, only time will tell.
If you're still in control,
Return the earth to hell.
Man against nature, nature against man.
As she releases a vengeance,
Only a woman can.
Times are changin', rearrangin'
A few have got control, not tellin' what they'll do,
The end could come soon.
Survival.
It was as if the lights went out all over the world,
Man tried to control man.
Where grass was green, lies rock.
Where there was gold, there's desert sand.
The end for many came quickly.
They always said that it would.
The survivors remained,
In a world turned insane.
Back to basics, and the needs to survive.
The gold and jewels were once the riches of the world.
Food and fuel are the riches of now!
Survival.
Standing by day and night,
Waiting for the morning light.
Here are resentments.
The survival of the fittest.
Time is now unseen,
This was there destiny.
When it came through the dust,
Of the survival of the fittest.
I tell you things you would have never known.
What does the future have in store for mankind?
I paint the picture it can never be shown.
A few have got control, not tellin' what they'll do,
The end could come soon.
If you're still in control,
Return the earth to hell.
As she releases a vengeance,
Only a woman can.
A few have got control, not tellin' what they'll do,
The end could come soon.
Man tried to control man.
Where grass was green, lies rock.
The end for many came quickly.
They always said that it would.
In a world turned insane.
Back to basics, and the needs to survive.
The gold and jewels were once the riches of the world.
Food and fuel are the riches of now!
Waiting for the morning light.
Here are resentments.
The survival of the fittest.
This was there destiny.
When it came through the dust,
Of the survival of the fittest.
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Submitted by
digitalmanmkii On Dec 23, 2013
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