Another Time from Cold Coming by Zip Tang

I’m laying the track for the fortunate ones
A railway of gold making tracks for the sun
The sun shut its doors no one can come
They're shutting it down only fortunate ones

I come from, another time and place
I'm just a remnant of the human race
A time when fear showed upon every face
The origins of which you can’t erase

My father was an early hominid
My mother future humanoid
Little brother Homo habilis
He’s just super fabulous
He’s the Pliocene’s favorite son
Only fortunate ones

There was an aqua-bluish star
Shone through burlap and iron bars
Weary workers of the under race
Bear the scars of greed from the higher place

Higher place, higher place, higher place

I come from, another time and place
Another remnant from the human race

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