Lyrics:

Were the futurists in the bistro
Where the music is for weirdos
We like it different, we like it strange
In our own way, we havent changed
I got my eyes made up at the bus stop
By my girlfriend, and you know what
She likes me different, she likes me strange
In her own way, shes just the same

Psycho evolution, your pollution makes it difficult for weirdos
Just another humanoid reaction to the voices in this town

Every Saturday, at the plaza
Guess the gender, unless youd rather
He is a lesbian, but thats okay
She is the center of attention for another day
In the universe, we are magenta
You can join us if you enter
Because youre different and you are strange
In your own way youre just the same

Psycho evolution, your pollution makes it difficult for weirdos
Just another humanoid reaction to the voices in this town

Time isnt lost where devotion is
I never wasted a life
Space is the place where the social is
Far from the safe and the norm

In the off-stream they call it cabaret, but theyll say that, wont they?
I want it different, I like it strange
In my own way I havent changed
Its insulting to be mislead by the hairdo of the godhead
They show irreverence, but thats OK
We are the center of the universe anyway

Psycho evolution, your pollution makes it difficult for weirdos
Just another humanoid reaction to the voices in this town
Psycho evolution, your pollution makes it difficult for weirdos
Just another humanoid reaction to the voices in this town
Psycho evolution, your pollution makes it difficult for weirdos
Just another humanoid reaction to the voices in this town