| We’re the futurists in the bistro
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| Where the music is for weirdos
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| We like it different, we like it strange
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| In our own way, we haven’t changed
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| I got my eyes made up at the bus stop
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| By my girlfriend, and you know what
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| She likes me different, she likes me strange
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| In her own way, she’s just the same
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| Psycho evolution your pollution makes it difficult for weirdos
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| Just another humanoid reaction to the voices in this town
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| Every Saturday, at the plaza
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| Guess the gender, unless you’d rather
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| He is a lesbian, but that’s OK
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| She is the centre of attention for another day
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| In the universe, we are magenta
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| You can join us if you enter
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| Because you’re different and you are strange
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| In your own way you’re just the same
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| Psycho evolution, your pollution makes it difficult for weirdos
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| Just another humanoid reaction to the voices in this town
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| Time isn’t lost where devotion is I never wasted a life
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| Space is the place where the social is Far from the safe and the norm
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| In the offstream they call it cabaret, but they’ll say that, won’t they?
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| I want it different, I like it strange
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| In my own way I haven’t changed
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| It’s insulting to be mislead by the hairdo of the godhead
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| They show irreverence, but that’s OK
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| We are the centre of the universe anyway |