It's funny to me watching all these young people
trying to get together
I see them scanning the room for their
supposed romantic ideal
They're looking for those with
similar markations
And a glance
they'll try to steal

But I've noticed an alarming trend
toward specialization
All these subcultures going public
with their plea
I understand people need a reason
to get together
God help us all if it turns out to be
elective surgery

When she says:
I like long walks and sci-fi movies
You're six foot tall and east coast bred
Some night when we're together
I'll tie your wrists with leather
And drill a tiny hole into your head

I once knew this girl
Banana curls
I could not comprehend the
Things she said to me
I'd really be offended

Now I'm all too shocked
Like a god damned rock
And I've grown quite weary
of single's ads
like stripes and plaids
It's no fad, she really proved my theory


When I saw her ad, I read it twice
No heavy drugs, no body lice
In search of non-smoking
pet-loving clean-cut guy
who's nice
I think you'll do just fine
I think you'll suffice


We're the trepe-na-nation single's club of america!
And it won't be long until we go worldwide
If you're a clean living like-minded soul
Wanna meet nice people with cranial holes
And touch upon the truth that lies inside

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    General CommentYou can find a live recording of this song on This is one of the many songs that eventually combined to form Fake Palindromes.

    I wish this site let you edit lyrics. It should be "tie your wrists with leather," instead of "together." My bad.
    thebrokenlighton July 18, 2007   Link

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