Your heart's so pure
but it is so cold...

Remember when we had no uniforms
With our skins and shirts to weather the storms...

We often think of worth in stacks of money
also we think of sweet, in combs of honey...

Funny the song is so long
My fingers on frets, my head's on the rail...

I was born in August
though she was born in June...

I once knew a Queen named Gene
Who was so active and lean...

God just said let there be light
Then there will be a dark night...

Step out of line of genetic drift.
fail to adapt and extinction's swift...

Genie in a bottle, not one more binge,
A snort's no different than a syringe...

In a cave cold and damp
I found a little old lamp...

If I treated you just like a great queen
Would it make you arrogant and mean...

It is eight twenty eight
and it's getting late...