We're much preferred customers   Welcome to planet pod,    Where insects sound like lasers    And men who wear abrasive hats,    With eyeballs judge like juries,    And skin that flakes like ancient paint,    Suffocate contentment    Birds creep over tin roofs    Like criminals with tap shoes       Stain the glass with windows,    Extortionate and cold stare    We're much preferred customers,    And honestly I don't care       You'll get a chance, another chance, one more sun       Drape the concrete curtains, over empty spaces    Age is just a number drawn on empty faces...sun...sun...