Inevitable Consequence of Progress

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 heart 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, going down on me The 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 me I'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 again Live and let live, step into real life Step into the lifeline, boy