(words and music by: Z. Walters)      this girl, the way she looked at me   spoke to me through telepathy   told me things I never would have known   de ja vu from what I’ve dreamt at home   head deep on the reef I creep   never felt a sweep from deep so steep   mork and mindy taught me all I know   now I run like the river that’s way my mind flows      ooh, de ja vu   come into my mind   all these reruns I cannot rewind   ooh, de ja vu   come into my brain   all these reruns I cannot contain      seems like, I’ve been here before   monica’s next victim is Al Gore   society tells us who we should be   I’m a music junky what’s wrong with me   Society says to be the crop of the cream   Be a manufactured structural beam   To help build a predictable scene   Shun the stiffs and American Dream human beings