Happy winter solstice throw my body in a numbered coffin Dad disappears from 6 to 6 Call me when it isn't dark out at 5 o'clock and This christmas makes me sick I hope the light turns red so i can look at you longer, i hate the way your hair looks Girl in the green dress with the striped socks and good skin, your dermatologist hates you Taking second hand smoke breaks with your dad, I fell asleep to your voicemail Set the car blinker at 90BPM we can get drunk on the front lawn Space people read our mail Space people think that TV news programs are comedies, and that soap operas are news The space people will contact us when they can make money by doing so The space people think that factories are musical instruments They sing along with them Each song lasts from 8am to 5pm No music on weekends