Letra de ' The Progress Of Man ' de Corey Kilgannon

There used to be a fruit stand here some sixty-five odd years ago
Now they sell shiny cars to hipsters who can’t afford them elsewhere
I grew up down the street in a dimly lit apartment
Shaped plastic cups in factorie that will long outlive my brothers

The progress of man
Leaves good men in its wake
The ship that holds our future
Departed yesterday
We burned all of Earth’s motor fuel
Digging our own graves
Pour one out for the working class
America’s modern day slaves

My better years blew by while serving in the military
Why is it our highest honor is slaughtering each other’s families?
When I go sailing I pretend I’m walking on the water
Jesus may forgive us, mama, I can’t forgive myself

The progress of man
Leaves good men in its wake
The ship that holds our future
Departed yesterday
We burned all of Earth’s motor fuel
Digging our own graves
Pour one out for the working class
America’s modern day slaves

I used to watch the Yankees play with my father on the television
My own children find life boring, unless it's filtered through computers
I guess it’s not their fault, they ate what they were spoon fed
And the money we made advertising was blown on their prescriptions

The progress of man
Leaves good men in its wake
The ship that holds our future
Departed yesterday
We burned all of Earth’s motor fuel
Digging our own graves
Pour one out for the working class
America’s modern day slaves