Lyrics:

The purpose of this
To make you strongest
To beat down enemy
To squeeze out company
Prehistoric, prehistoric
American prehistoric
You grab it, you taste it
That fat mode
Vespucci
It's all me, it's all right
All this stuff, all this might
Prehistoric, prehistoric
American prehistoric
But you sit in a cavern by the lake and you shake
It's not the cold that makes you ache
It's the world that you bought and sold
To suck down, to suck hard
From a giant straw
In an Earth core
Serotonin, disappear
My brain stem
Kick in gear

Prehistoric, prehistoric
American prehistoric
You sit in a cavern by a lake and you shake
But it's not the cold that makes you ache
It's the world that you bought and sold
Eat it up, empty up
Every drop in your cup
No knowledge, let's forage
And run down the weakness
My sportif
Utility
I need it, it needs me