[Pharrell]

First they say the angels sing, and then, the big bang

That was the first day, there's six more

From organisms to single cells, mutate, to shells

then mutate into spores



On dry land (dry land)

Where the living scream die man (die man)

Awwwwww



By the seventh day, he rested as he looked at them

Those made, those, men



Guess it's safe to say that they don't know

Since they not alone, and there's no dusk or dawn

As they never washed ashore, but of course, what for?

Who cares what lies beyond



On dry land (dry land)

Where the living scream die man (die man)

Awwwwww



They see our bones, and say oh no not them again

And scream swim, just, swim



So while the federal buildings blow, below, fish glow

How lovely that must be

You shoulda listened to Jacques Costeau, don't say, you don't

Stop sending your trash to sea



Leave it on the dry land (dry land)

Where the living scream die man (die man)

Awwwwww



He made this world, took it and gave it back again

And we learned, no-thing

(Nothing, we, we learned nothing right?)