Who wears the hide knew not the beast,
the butcher\'s pride on which we feast.
The slaughtered hope, the truth, the lamb;
\'twas always thus, the ways of man.
\'Twas, too, our bent to slash and burn,
pollute for loot without concern.
Let rivers flow to soil and dam;
\'twas always thus, the ways of man.
Obese the brutes in brutal greed
yet throw away what others need.
To do as want because we can;
\'twas always thus, the ways of man.
Of pomp and bling, of coin and fame,
of gods and pimps it’s all the same.
Deny, decry; who gives a damn?
\'Twas always thus, the ways of man.
We whinge, we moan, we plod along
yet still we hum the same old song.
As pawns we must, our masters\' plan;
\'twas always thus, the ways of man.
The taints, the bribes, the backroom tricks,
the broken oaths, it’s politics!
Let moolah talk, it’s in the can;
\'twas always thus, the ways of man.
To war again, to cull and maim,
a million wreaths, the tombs of fame.
‘You did us proud\', the papers ran;
\'twas always thus, the ways of man.
Where evil reigns beneath the truths,
where men and lies in vile cahoots.
Of plots and plans, it’s all a scam;
\'twas always thus, the ways of man.