First they say the angels sing, and then the big bangThat was the first day, there's six moreFrom organisms to single cells, mutate to shellsThen mutate into sporesOn dry landWhere the lippies scream, die manBy the seventh day, he rested as he looked at themThose men, those menGuess it's safe to say thatThose men, those menThey don't knowSince they're not aloneAnd there's no dusk or dawnAs they've never washed ashoreBut of course, what for?Who cares what lies beyond?On dry landDry landWhere the lippies scream, die manDry landDry landOh, they see our bonesAnd say oh no, not them againAnd scream swim, just swimSo while federal buildings blowBlowfish glowHow lovely that must beYou should listen to Jekyll's songDon't say you knowStop sending your trash to seaLeave it on dry landDry landWhere the lippies scream, die manDry landOh, he made this worldTook and gave it back againAnd we learned nothingNothingWe learned, we, we learned nothing, right?