Homeboy Sandman - Strange Planet lyrics

Stranded on a Strange Planet
Where, "Is he a Spade or is he a Hispanic?"
Holds more weight than
"Is he a Saint or a Satanic?"
Homosapiens that hold sabers on holy sabbath
A sex tape can bring you from
Ho status to holding status
Find different tribes
Some with they eyes slanted
Mines is out of they mind
Others is mild mannered four seasons
Though some regions are more static
More reasons I'm raw, vegan, and organic
The air's filthy, the land's filthy
The water's putrid
Mohammed, Jesus, Budda, and Confucius
Moved unit's to ya'll humans
Hey ya'll the blueprints been the same
Since length unit's was called cubit's
The boys bully the girls
The pale skins bully the browns
Who were once servants to clowns
Because of their crowns
People now vote in a clown
And give him the clout people stuck
Butt on the couch and head in the clouds
You should see these husbands
That these women allow
People don't live in the now
They live in denial
It takes way more muscles when
You muster a frown
That it takes face muscles when
You muster a smile
But everybody doesn't mind putting
Muscles to use
Then won't move a muscle 'less it's
In pursuit of the green or blue in pursuit
Up close you see the greed and abuse
From a distance all you can see
Is the green and the blue it goes
P-L-A-N-E t-E-A-R T
H, days are obscene evening's anarchy

P-L-A-N-E t-E-A-R T
H, days are obscene evening's anarchy

P-L-A-N-E t-E-A-R T
H IS FUNNY strange and funny

What a circus
Not even certain if we're mammals or not
See mammals aren't monogamous humans are hot
Humans in unions bump into other humans a lot
They'd much prefer screwing instead of
The human they've got and they normally do
Despite the abundance of docs
Who's entire budget from the business
Of itch in the crotch
Mammal classification isn't a crock
We're canines
A man'll act like a dog if a woman's a fox
The waif carry the weight
The skinny on that matter
They clocks in so the not
Skinny can get fatter
'Nuff toxins in the oxygen to catch asthma
Blobs under bedrock that's liquid hot magma
It's an orb outta order
It's three quarters water
A fortune of flora and fauna
An array of man made borders
Even brick walls, tall brick and morter
To sort ya'll sons from ya'll daughters
Separate the latter from the former
Who's a native, who's a foreigner
Of course you could be just around the corner
But, if your nation's got a
Different name there's hatred
Neighbor's hate with all of they aorta
They pop dosage and drink
Potions to feel happy some odd moments
The next morning they feel crappy
The mags matter far as what's
Happening and what's tacky it's so wacky
Once again it goes p-L-A-N-E
T-E-A-R T h, days are obscene
Evening's anarchy

P-L-A-N-E t-E-A-R T
H, days are obscene evening's anarchy

P-L-A-N-E t-E-A-R T
H IS FUNNY strange and funny