We're the futurists in the bistro. Where the music is for weirdos. We like it different. We like it strange. In our own way. We haven't changed. I got my eyes made up at the bus stop. By my girlfriend. And you know what. She likes me different. She likes me strange. In her own way. She's just the same. Psycho evolution your pollution. Makes it difficult for weirdos. Just another humanoid reaction. To the voices in this town. Every Saturday at the plaza. Guess the gender. Unless you'd rather. He is a lesbian but that's OK. She is the centre of attention for another day. In the universe. We are magenta. You can join us. If you enter. Because you're different. And you are strange. In your own way. You're just the same. Psycho evolution your pollution. Makes it difficult for weirdos. Just another humanoid reaction. To the voices in this town. Time isn't lost. Where devotion is. I never wasted a life. Space is the place. Where the social is. Far from the safe and the norm. In the offstream. They call it cabaret. But they'll say that. Won't they?. I want it different. I like it strange. In my own way. I haven't changed. It's insulting. To be mislead. By the hairdo. Of the godhead. They show irreverence. But that's OK. We are the centre of the universe anyway. Psycho evolution your pollution. Makes it difficult for weirdos. Just another humanoid reaction. To the voices in this town. Psycho evolution your pollution. Makes it difficult for weirdos. Just another humanoid reaction. To the voices in this town