Selfish Gene

Just now I see it so clear Total shift in the unconscious When at the start it seems like fates Have set it up like so much magic Just a ruse to get you in there Seems like a spell And all they talk as if it's come to fill those spaces Only you can fill those spaces So when the party goes It breaks a brittle back They back, they back And they keep on rubbing in How a proper chest is clean That ain't it If it comes to fill those spaces Only you can fill those spaces So when the party goes It breaks a brittle back They back, they back And they keep on rubbing in How a proper chest is clean That ain't it Touch a hand, that ain't it With a wig on that ain't it It's a promise from some lips When you touch a hand, that ain't it With a wig on, that ain't it Making noise not making songs When you touch a hand, that ain't it With a wig on, that ain't it It might seem they making songs Now they really making noise Total shift in the unconscious When at the start it seems like fates Have set it up like so much magic Just a ruse to get you in there That ain't it Touch a hand, that ain't it With a wig on that ain't it It's a promise from some lips When you touch a hand, that ain't it With a wig on, that ain't it Making noise not making songs When you touch a hand, that ain't it With a wig on, that ain't it It might seem they making songs Now they really making noise Total shift in the unconscious You'll trip up again You'll trip up again Go get up again