Hair On The Arms And Legs - Genesis, Peter Gabriel, Tony Banks

See him digging, see him weeding

Every single day of the year

Coffee at eleven, four-thirty tea

His security is built on routine

But inside his mind there’s a lot going on

Planning the world but it just don’t do no good

I say, what’s the use?

Population, starvation

His mind keeps working hard

Ending wars, changing laws

But all of them locked away

I say, what’s the use?

Population, starvation

His mind keeps working hard

Ending wars, changing laws

But all of them locked away

In cessation, repetition

Funeral for an age of decay

Meditation, deep frustration

Caused our hairy friend to die

Here lies a man who failed to escape

Filled his small head with the worries that plague the world

I say, what’s the use?