Sometimes they find whole skeletons dug up from down below They put the bones where they don’t fit, to make one of their own They’re so set on what they want, the bones aren’t put where they belong They go and put it on display, and say they're anything but wrong You took the bones of a tyrannosaurus Rex, and said that it was human Know it’s needlessly complex The world is a museum filled with meaningless exhibits And every gallery and hall is bustling with idiots You think you're so logical, but you're barely making sense You can't change what's set in stone, or what inside your head They dig them up from ruins, of things of long ago Then they take your words and bury them, six feet down below They're so set on what they think, they fail their archeology Instead, they're just hypocrites, who don't make apologies The world is a museum filled with meaningless exhibits And every gallery and hall is bustling with idiots You think you're so logical, but you're barely making sense You can't change what's set in stone, or what inside your head There's a fracture in the spine You’re wrong, victory is mine