I am just a postage stamp you want an envelope to push
I am just a dandelion you want a burning bush
I am just a sunday drive, not your sunday best
And you are underwhelmed, I am unimpressed
Now they are cloning sheep and they've built a better bee
And you are wondering how you could improve me
Once they are done with better they will work on best
And you admire you their efforts, you applaud them
Look down on your insectgirl and she will look past you
Look down on your insect and she will outlast you
I am just a single song, you want to whole boxed set
Just a hummingbird, You want your own lear jet
I am just the secret map, you want the treasure chest
And you are underwhelmed, I am unimpressed
You don't visit your friends you visit graves
And look down on the rest of us selfish slaves
cut up the past until all you see
is just a cross section of memory
Look down on your insectgirl and she will look past you
Look down on your insect and she will outlast you