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I've had enough of this hierarchy of suffering...
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Research Station #47
How are my primates today?
Now don’t look at me that way
If the world was perfect
We wouldn’t keep you in this cage
We’ve job a job to do here: saving human lives
You are a sacrifice
You’re suffering serves our purposes
Important purposes, you can’t understand
How are my primates today?
Just a few more electrodes
Just a few more viruses
Then maybe you’ll get a banana
We’ve a job to do here: saving primate lives
I mean human lives!
You’re the sacrifice, we’re the sacrificer
Your suffering, our purposes
You are not like us
So stop looking at me
As if your eyes are a window to your soul
See, if can’t cure this disease
Our suffering will just continue
You don’t want humans to suffer
Even primates wouldn’t wish that
I hate this job as much as you do
Ok, you hate it more, for it’s killing you
But it kills me too, in a different way
Perhaps a different way…
I’ve had enough of this hierarchy of suffering
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to me
You look like a monkey, and I look like one too
I swear they smiled, as I cried: bananas and champagne!
And threw the doors open, and they ran for the trees
How are my primates today?
Now don’t look at me that way
If the world was perfect
We wouldn’t keep you in this cage
We’ve job a job to do here: saving human lives
You are a sacrifice
You’re suffering serves our purposes
Important purposes, you can’t understand
How are my primates today?
Just a few more electrodes
Just a few more viruses
Then maybe you’ll get a banana
We’ve a job to do here: saving primate lives
I mean human lives!
You’re the sacrifice, we’re the sacrificer
Your suffering, our purposes
You are not like us
So stop looking at me
As if your eyes are a window to your soul
See, if can’t cure this disease
Our suffering will just continue
You don’t want humans to suffer
Even primates wouldn’t wish that
I hate this job as much as you do
Ok, you hate it more, for it’s killing you
But it kills me too, in a different way
Perhaps a different way…
I’ve had enough of this hierarchy of suffering
Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to me
You look like a monkey, and I look like one too
I swear they smiled, as I cried: bananas and champagne!
And threw the doors open, and they ran for the trees
my favorite of yours so far. The music and the lyrics are a perfect fit. Powerful message, powerful music.