The first man devised a wooden club. The modern man split the atom. Mankind traded rags for polished shoes To dance in the same crimson circles. Scarcity makes even warm-hearts grow cold. And death is man's most prized air loom Generation to generation passed down. The highest achievement of humanity Lies not in machines, vaccines and culture But it's the knack for changing outward form - Reptile, savage gatherer, the suit and tie. The first man sacrificed his brothers to the gods. Modern man sacrificed his brothers for the profits. Around and around we trot, we dance In the same crimson circles.