1997 Todd E. Jones

We got steel and concrete
We got the skins of fellow mammals to protect our feet
We extract, we refine
We make substances that linger 'til the end of time

We got complicated living quarters for most of us
We created artificial borders for the rest

We got fire, we got wheel
We got chemicals to change the way you want to feel
We got tiny thinking machines
Unencumbered by the feelings of human beings

From a faraway star
Do they wonder of life on earth?
From the reaches of space
Are they jealous of life on earth?

We got rocks, we got knives
We got lots of little soldier bees to guard the hive
We got pigments in our skin
to determine the starting position we're in

If we could only train chimpanzees
we'd be lying on the beach under tropical breezes
waiting for the chimps to bring us our supplies

From a faraway star
Do they wonder of life on earth?
From the reaches of space
Are they jealous of life on earth?