The Stupid Stupid Henchmen - 12. The Majority Of People Are Decoys lyrics

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The Stupid Stupid Henchmen - 12. The Majority Of People Are Decoys lyrics

I cued up the tape to the song that reminds me of the time You and I drove to Boston and back in a day And it felt like nothing at all until we were an hour away When I exceeded the state speed limit In your polka dot car we weren't too far from home So I kicked up a mix-tape And danced along while you slept through the whole car ride And the whole album through the whole night I try to forget sometimes who I really am So I act like a being from a different planet Or laze my eyes and drop my chin like a zombie from the day of the dead It might have been something that you said Or it might have been the tune of the pinback song Repeating in my mind that made me realize It's easy to be myself when you're by my side But yo, don't get caught off guard cause I don't feel like I'm not the same As I was and the words that I say might not be what you wanted to hear Like torturing your ears when I grow out my nails and claw at the chalk board Id probably put Jessica Alba on hold just to piss off the few that I have my problems with And Id never resent showing my bitter side in the letters I sent And on the hot days in the summertime I wanna blacken out the sunshine And show my evil side when we take a ride In yer old Pontiac Bonneville where the feeling is chill and it seemed that time stood still And I wanna hold the moment with a song to remember and make a mixed CD of my memories Yea I still act like a kid cause I hate growing up And I know when I'm grown Ill still be a minor at heart Cause I hate dealing with people that annoy me And for the record the majority of humans That walk this earth are a decoy of some sort Like the gift from the Greeks, the Trojan horse of troy I'll give anyone a try if they'd understand both sides That's the matter with most people They don't wanna consider a different point of view And that's what attracts me to you even though yer not that rude You've got this thing that's hard to explain It's the kind of style I'd like to relate to They say man only hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest But I want to hear more off your chest