Besedila: XTC. Goodbye Humanosaurus.

Just take your suitcase from my wardrobe
And pack it full of guns and bombs
Then cfc's and germ-war microbes
We've been destroying stuff too long
And there's no home for us
Just you raise your voice in chorus
Goodbye humanosaurus

They'll teach at schools we were cold-blooded
And that we spoke and threw a turd
How we all drowned as litter flooded
We treated earth like it was dirt
And so I must implore us
Don't go near that exit door-us (doris)
Goodbye humanosaur

Be no more us

They were big with brains the size of a [burger bap]
History has got 'em down as a homo sap
All that now remains
Are the overgrown fast lanes
And junk food cartons
They'd adore us if we'd just sweep up the floor-us
Goodbye humanosaur
Clean the shore
No more war
Humanosaurus