You mean the world to me Bi-polar with a billion cells Functioning, too scared to live I need to get off this planet I need to get off this planet When Sunday morning comes I'll leave you for my holy place Give love to a hot-and-bothered God Find peace in an anxious sermon ♪ You mean the world to me Corrupt you in my ignorance Pollute your air, then call you my home I need to get off this planet I need to get off this planet And on the seventh day He laid in bed, half satisfied He said "let there be light!" And this burning question charred his mind "Is this love or sick dependence?" "Is this love or narcissism?" "Is this love? Is this love?" I need to get off this planet I need to get off this planet