Homo Erectus

Lyrics for Homo Erectus

So you've learned to walk on your hind legs at last A prodigious gift at any stretch Vaseline smells like a godsend slipping club feet into Nikes Blue face lather skulking back behind a bouquet All that I said Is you're a curable head-case The way you make do In such a hell of a bad way Handbrake turns is such a loser's game You'd be better off with something else Splitting the heads of the way sides Round raiding laundrettes [?] on joy rides Cut your hair and use a little imagination All that I said Is you're a curable head-case The way you make do In such a hell of a bad way All that I said Is you're a curable head-case The way you make do In such a hell of a bad way