Born in a Pod
On Saturday I even the score
A spot of sun on my face on the floor
I'm bored of whole foods and fun water slides
On the whole my whole life I despise
When I get up I'm going to you
But in the mirror is a warning not to
I'll pack my tape floss and light meter too
Somewhere in Yuma there is something to do
But I was born wrong
Started life out wrong
Oh my God I know
Began my life wrong
Oh my god I know I was born in a pod
They were dying so they sent out a spore
Into our world so their race could endure
Deep in our ocean for five thousand years
Sprung from genetic code and now he's here
But he was born wrong
Hit the ground wrong
Oh my god I know
Born just a little bit off
Oh my god I'm not a man I was born in a pod