The Majority Of People Are Decoys by The Stupid Stupid Henchmen Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
I'd probably put Jessica Alba on hold just to piss off the few that I have my problems with
And I'd 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 your 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
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I still act like a kid 'cause I hate growing up
And I know when I'm grown I'll 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 you are 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
A man only hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest
But I want to hear more off your chest
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
[Verse 2]
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
I'd probably put Jessica Alba on hold just to piss off the few that I have my problems with
And I'd 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 your 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
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I still act like a kid 'cause I hate growing up
And I know when I'm grown I'll 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 you are 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
A man only hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest
But I want to hear more off your chest