I see you in the aisles. I see you in the streets. I see you checking all your redundant machines. You're just touching base, touching down to feed. You're touch-up's now, bling-bling I.V., but you are safe. You can rest. You can wrap this around like your permanent skin vest.

You're one of us. You're one of us. You're one of us.

You hate to eat, hate that love fades, hate you can listen to Joan Rivers' fashion taste. You wish all your thoughts weren't programmed to be increase the human R-A-C-E, but you can't escape. You're welcome, dear. You finally realized you were always here.

You're one of us. You're one of us. You're one of us.

I know it's difficult to be so typical.

So, tip-tip typical over and pin-up, shake-down, stop-short

to break some new ground.

And it's just pitiful and all too typical.

You tip-tip typical, jump-in and push-up, drop-down over-

come as we touch tongues.

Remember back when you never felt right. You always felt like you were on the outside. But, "out" has an "in" where it pays to be from outer-S-P-A-C-E. Now, you can't believe how much no one's weird, and how much you used to want to hear,

You're one of us. You're one of us. You're one of us.

So, breathe, and bleed.

I know it's difficult to be so typical.

So, tip-tip typical over and pin-up, shake-down, stop-short

to break some new ground.

And it's just pitiful and all too typical.

You tip-tip typical, jump-in and push-up, drop-down, over-

come as we touch tongues.

So, breathe, and bleed.

You are never to run, never to think,

Never U-N-I-Q-U-E.