Humans love it when they hear you say their name Helps us forget that we can always be replaced ♪ About a week ago I saw it on the news Another story of some typical abuse And you shed a tear and gently dry your eye But you'll forget about it until another person dies ♪ You ever walk into a room and then forget What you came for, so you turn around and start again? It's kind of like that in the grand scheme of the universe We keep on screwing up and dying off until we've learned ♪ What do you think happens once we shrivel up and die? Think I'd rather haunt a house than be offered another sorry try