Darwin's Children Lyrics - Misguided Roses - Edwin Mccain

Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wings 

Of gossamer and protein still we haven't learned a thing 

Are we caught up in our anger, locked up in our rage 

In the opera of selection on this our earthly stage 

And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave 

Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave 

Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind 

Are we destined to be Darwin's children this time 

The ribbons of our cigarettes vanish in the air 

In the glow of our great teacher we sit and blankly stare 

And the sky could open up and what would we have to say 

Something cute about burning out, better than fading away 

And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave 

Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave 

Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind 

Are we destined to be Darwin's children this time 

On the wings of invention now we hurdle toward our fate 

As sure as the sunset burns 

Collective resignation, evolutionary fate 

When will we ever learn 

And Charlie's spinning laughing, laughing in his grave 

Laughing at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave 

Can we spread our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind 

Are we destined to be Darwin's children this time