G#m B We’re the futurists in the bistro D#m C# Where the music is for weirdos We like it different, we like it strange In our own way, we haven’t changed I got my eyes made up at the bus stop By my girlfriend, and you know what She likes me different, she likes me strange In her own way, she’s just the same Chorus: E Psycho evolution C#m G#m B Your pollution makes it difficult for weirdos Just another humanoid reaction to the voices in this town Every Saturday at the plaza Guess the gender, unless you’d rather He is a lesbian, but that’s okay She is the center of attention for another day In the universe, we are magenta You can join us if you enter Because you’re different and you are strange In your own way you’re just the same Chorus B C# G#m F# Time isn’t lost where devotion is I never wasted a life Space is the place where the social is Far from the safe and the norm In the off-stream they call it cabaret But they’ll say that, won’t they? I want it different, I like it strange In my own way I haven’t changed It’s insulting to be mislead By the hairdo of the godhead They show irreverence, but that’s OK We are the center of the universe anyway Chorus - x2 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC# C#m D#m E F# G#m B |