Chopper standing in the clearing, fuelled 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

Chorus:
Inevitable Consequence of Progress --
is what he said to me
inevitable Consequence of Progress --
in the judgement 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 wierd spectacle
the 'sarge he smiled and he said