Dark Matter - Andrew Bird

When I was just a little boy

I threw away all of my action toys

While a I became obsessed with Operation

With hearts and minds and certain glands

You gotta learn to keep a steady hand

And thus began my morbid fascination

Tore the spines from out of all of these self-help books

Made myself a gun that not only shoots but looks

So real

It shoots through steel

With rays of dark matter

Do you wonder where the self resides

Is it in your head or between your sides

And who will be the one who will decide

Its true location

And does the thought of bile that’s red and black

The thought of tongues that taste you back

Fill you with a nauseouseous sort of elation

A noose is loosed around our necks made of DNA

And every day it’s growing tighter no matter what they do or say

And you can shoot right through it with rays of dark matter

Just before they kick out the ladder

With rays of dark matter

Like something catching fire

Do you wonder where the self resides

Is it in your head or between your sides

And who will be the one who will decide

Its true location