Because your face moves like a puppet and it doesn't make sense

Close your eyes when it gets too dark

To fill the pages (To fill the pages)

I want the old days, old days, ooh

Shallow shapes in your design

I'm here, everything's alright

Washing my face with the soap I bought at Sears

Efficiency of order

I know what the psyche means (Oh)

She's not buying your time anymore

And I’ll be home (Ooh ah), oh

Flower never burned

Heavenly poised

(La la la, oh)

It's all about ascension, I guess

I love you, Verne Troyer

You're to blame

I’ve never felt so at home in my life all the way from any other people

Fixes everything

Fishing through my mortuary

You left a voicemail on his answering machine, that says:

Baby baby, oh, baby baby got no heart

Madonna, oh, rare fauna (Wah, wah)

But you know that wasn't up to me (Yet I, yet I help you)

I can't make these decisions on my provolone

Vide humanitus, see humanity

It's like a thousand little married men taking off their wedding rings and singing "Let it Be"

They all sing to me (La la la la)

Polly

Now it's quarter to three

(Oh-oh-oh)

(Well then, not a problem!)

What do we- (Do it again)

I can make your teeth fall out

And I skimmed through the last of the pages

Hidden world

To take my eye off the number

Routine, is it human?

Because in the pod I met your god

He put corn out of style

It was a mile high (It was a mile high)

Now it sounds so good to me

Paint another color (Paint another color)

Oh loopy June

When I was just a boy

There's more wood to burn

(Hotline!)

Every day, I get a little bit wiser

I like your style

Fixing myself so that all can savor