And then you stratified accumulations, weeded out bad variations
You took a baboon and made him perfect
And if you were here, would things be any different?
Mutations, aberrations and blatant anomalies
With direction and purpose all its own
And you stitched up a horrible surprise
And you polished them for everyone to see
From now until the day they lay me down
Then took a million more varieties, a scalpel and a sartory
You took a lion and stripped him of his pride
Who is to blame for this? Someone tell me please
Yet you're searched for all over the globe
His handiwork is flawed, and it's there for all to see
That you're nowhere but nowhere to be found
And most believe that things would sure be better
If you'd come down here and tell us what you know
And you instilled them with affinity
You have created an unhealthy monster
You took the most abundant smallest bits of matter
And blended up your unique recipe
They multiply and give rise to this monstrosity
You have created a powerful monster
So I guess I'll just cope with my provisions
You have created an unsocial monster
Then you took a work bench, and a rusty anvil
