Lyrics:

[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