Lyrics:

Columbus and all of his troops
Were photographing bulldozers
Before they flattened back the Earth

Irk and Flinch
And all ten fingers
Are stretching out the skin tent
They're giving it all they're worth

Got to keep moving
On solid transendentals

Know the problem
And score
High through flying windows
Catch one

Evolution circus
In the biblical ghettos
Evolution circus
In the biblical ghettos

Get on, get on, get up
Get on, get on, get up, get up, get up, get up
Get on, get on, get on, get on, get up
Get on, get on, get up
Get on, get on, get on up
Get on, get on, get up
Get on, get on, get on, get on up