Strange Planet

[Verse 1] Stranded on a Strange Planet Where,"Is he a Spade or is he a Hispanic?" Holds more weight than, "Is he a Saint or a Satanic?" Homosapiens that hold sabers on holy sabbath A sex tape can bring you from ho status to holding status Find different tribes, some with they eyes slanted Mines is out of they mind, others is mild mannered Four seasons, though some regions are more static More reasons I'm raw, vegan, and organic The air's filthy, the land's filthy, the water's putrid Mohammed, Jesus, Budda, and Confucius Moved units to ya'll humans Hey ya'll the blueprints been the same since length units was called cubits The boys bully the girls The pale skins bully the browns Who were once servants to clowns because of their crowns People now vote in a clown and give him the clout People stuck, butt on the couch and head in the clouds You should see these husbands that these women allow People don't live in the now They live in denial It takes way more muscles when you muster a frown That it takes face muscles when you muster a smile But everybody doesn't mind putting muscles to use Then won't move a muscle 'less it's in pursuit of the green Or blue in pursuit Up close you see the greed and abuse From a distance all you can see is the green and the blue It goes P-L-A-N-E T-E-A-R-T H, DAYS ARE OBSCENE EVENING'S ANARCHY P-L-A-N-E T-E-A-R-T H, DAYS ARE OBSCENE EVENING'S ANARCHY P-L-A-N-E T-E-A-R-T H IS FUNNY STRANGE AND FUNNY What a circus, not even certain if we're mammals or not See mammals aren't monogamous Humans are hot Humans in unions bump into other humans a lot They'd much prefer screwing instead of the human they've got And they normally do Despite the abundance of docs Who's entire budget from the business of itch in the crotch Mammal classification isn't a crock We're canines A man'll act like a dog if a woman's a fox The waif carry the weight The skinny on that matter They clocks in so the not skinny can get fatter 'Nuff toxins in the oxygen to catch asthma Blobs under bedrock That's liquid hot magma It's An orb outta order It's three quarters water A fortune of flora and fauna An array of man made borders Even brick walls, tall brick and morter To sort ya'll sons from ya'll daughters Separate the latter from the former Who's a native, who's a foreigner Of course you could be just around the corner But if your nation's got a different name there's hatred Neighbor's hate with all of they aorta They pop dosage and drink potions to feel happy Some odd moments The next morning they feel crappy The mags matter far as what's happening and what's tacky It's so wacky Once again it goes P-L-A-N-E T-E-A-R-T H, DAYS ARE OBSCENE EVENING'S ANARCHY P-L-A-N-E T-E-A-R-T H, DAYS ARE OBSCENE EVENING'S ANARCHY P-L-A-N-E T-E-A-R-T H IS FUNNY STRANGE AND FUNNY