Russell Brand - E5 Beeped Out People Poem lyrics

There's a collective unconscious, Of the myths set upon us, From the tales of the Flood, To the desires of our sponsors, Picture a far-away land, Devoid from Man's hand. Where Woodpeckers & Weasels, Collaborate to ease the pang, Can we reflect on the flutter of an eyelash? Where wilderness is bliss, Beyond the tinkling of a lonely piano, Somebody should kiss this! Perhaps Nature is the Master, And Evolution provides the choice, So in this world of many accents, Deep down we all fart with one voice!