Go Tell the Women

We done our thing

We have evolved

We're up on our hind legs

The problem solved

We are artists

We are mathematicians

Some of us hold extremely high positions

But we are tired

We're hardly breathing

And we're free

Go tell the women that we're leaving

We're sick and tired

Of all this self-serving grieving

All we wanted was a little consensual rape in the afternoon

And maybe a bit more in the evening

We are scientists

We do genetics

We leave religion

To the psychos and fanatics

But we are tired

We got nothing to believe in

We are lost

Go tell the women that we're leaving

We done our thing

We're hip to the sound

Of six billion people

Going down

We are magicians

We are deceiving

We are free and we're lost

Go tell the women that we're leaving

Hey hey

Hey hey

Come on back now to the fray

Hey hey

Hey hey

Come on back now to the fray

Hey hey

Hey hey