Cruci-fiction In Space

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

If Christ was in Texas

The hammer, the sickle, the only son

This is your creation

The atom of Eden was a bomb

If Jack was a Baptist

We'd drink wine from his head

This is evolution

The monkey, the man and the gun

This is evolution

The monkey, the man and the gun

I am a revolution

Pull my knuckles down, if I could

I am a revelation

And I'm nailed to the Holy Wood

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

This is evolution

The monkey, the man and the gun

We are dead, and tomorrow's canceled

Because of things we did yesterday

We are dead, and tomorrow's canceled

They crucify us in our space

In our space, in our space

In our space, in our space

In our space, in our space

In our space, in our space

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun

This is evolution

The monkey, the man, then the gun