Chopper standing in the clearing, fueled and ready to ride
Captain in the doorway, telling us to step inside
Last minute check, all weapons set, parachute and right sight
Going to drop in on the jungle and grease some stone age tribe
The 'sarge jokes about taking out the last link to his troubled past
As we hit the canopy, I feel a shadow across my heartInevitable consequence of progress is what he said to me
Inevitable consequence of progress in the judgment of history
Inevitable consequence of progress, going to change your destiny
And I felt the sun, sun, sun, the Son, Son, Son, going down on meThe pilot pulled the chopper around and we got into position
We made all the right moves and there wasn't any real opposition
Crazy tribesmen shooting arrows at the ship overhead
Such a weird spectacle, the 'sarge, he smiled and he said
"There's a new world coming and there ain't no place for them
Don't feel sad, son, for what history has condemned"Inevitable consequence of progress is what he said to me
Inevitable consequence of progress in the judgment of history
Inevitable consequence of progress, going to change your destiny
And I felt the sun, sun, sun, the Son, Son, Son had gone down on meI've been waiting for the clouds to clear
I've been waiting for the dawn
I've been waiting for the fear to subside
And for the sun to make me warm againLive and let live, step into real life
Step into the lifeline, boy