If I can fit my dreams You say the same things over and over Into an ABAB rhyme scheme You say the same things over and over Love is a way of passing on our genes Love is because we want to further our genes God is a scientist he's just found out about us He's published a study but he don't know much about us When I die I won't become a ghost Because I'll have nowhere to haunt Fuck this town and fuck my dirty hands When you're strange then the critics gotta be stranger But they're just strangers Society wants me to fuck, well, fuck 'em Car seat is a genetic stop sign I sleep lying next to a mirror Car seat is a menace to the public Love is a way of advancing our species Love is because we want to keep up our species God is a director he's just found out about us He's talked to our agents but he don't know much about us When I die I won't become a ghost Because I'll have nowhere to haunt Fuck this town and fuck my dirty hands When you're strange then if they like you then they gotta be stranger But they're just strangers Car seat's nervous and the lights are bright When I was a kid I fell in love with Michael Stipe I took lyrics out of context and thought "He must be speaking to me" I won't last too much longer I'm already starting to run out of places for faces in my head They're all starting to look the same I won't last too much longer I'm already starting to run out of places for faces in my head They're all starting to look the same...