Edwin McCain Lyrics

Album: Misguided Roses

Darwin's Children Lyrics

Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wings

 Of gossamer and protein still we haven't learned a thing

 Are we caught up in our anger, locked up in our rage

 In the opera of selection on this our earthly stage

 

 And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave

 Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave

 Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind

 Are we destined to be Darwin's children this time

 

 The ribbons of our cigarettes vanish in the air 

 In the glow of our great teacher we sit and blankly stare

 And the sky could open up and what would we have to say

 Something cute about burning out, better than fading away

 

 And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave

 Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave

 Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind

 Are we destined to be Darwin's children this time

 

 On the wings of invention now we hurdle toward our fate

 As sure as the sunset burns

 Collective resignation, evolutionary fate

 When will we ever learn

 

 And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave

 Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave

 Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind

 Are we destined to be Darwin's children this time