If I can fit my dreams
You say the same things over and over
Into an AB AB 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 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