Made Out of Apes

Knuckle dragger DNA
Low brow and a heavy hand
From Joan of Arc to the Son of Sam
You deny your early man?
It must be nice to come from gods
But me and mine, made out of apes
What witchery is this? A shovel and carbon dating kit
These bones, a satanic plot to undermine your Truth as fraud
Oh how’d you ever get so smart?
It must be nice to come from gods
But me and mine, made out of apes
These blunt old tools still get it done
For me and mine… the throwback elite
You want to argue faith with a mirror in the dirt?
You want to fuck with Darwin’s sons?
Bury the proof? It already was
Weren’t you the ones who said «Dust To Dust»?