Strangers - Car Seat Headrest

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 our species

God is a director and 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