Origin Story Lyrics

You traded in your origin story

For Origin Story 2.0

You fucked with the details until you were happy

You had something truly original

Homo sapiens, essential as ever

Oh, look, now Jesus is a UFO

You traded in your origin story

But I don't think you traded up—oh, no

(OK, I guess it makes sense. But wait. I guess it makes sense

OK, I guess it makes sense. But wait. I guess it makes sense

OK, I guess it makes sense)

Thanks but no thanks

I'll show myself to the door

I showed up late for your group meditation

At the New Age bookstore

Thanks but no thanks

I've never even seen this flavor of Kool-Aid before

(OK, I guess it makes sense. But wait. I guess it makes sense

OK, I guess it makes sense. But wait. I guess it makes sense

OK, I guess it makes sense

But wait. I guess it makes sense

OK, I guess it makes sense

But wait. I guess it makes sense

OK, I guess it makes sense

But wait. I guess it makes sense

OK)

They gave you a Japanese name

To replace your English name

But the first one suited you fine

Also, there's a leak in the roof of the zendo

Thought that building was only a year old

Might wanna call and complain

I'm one to get into ridiculous conversations

Like how aliens landed and started our civilizations

Or how everything is energy and we are made of light

And if you just try to have a beautiful now you'll be alright

I'm one to hop the bandwagon on theories that assume

That our brains are this evolved because of magical mushrooms

And that it's possible to hear the thoughts

Of the person in the next room

And that the monetary system is gonna crash and go boom

But I don't know

Sounds nice, but I don't know

And I'm one to entertain notions of past and future lives

But if I'm honest I don't even know if there's another side

And after years of searching, I had to finally realize

No one has a clue, and if they say they do they're telling lies

And it should come as no surprise

That we've got blinders on our eyes

And we're like hamsters on a wheel

Just trying to reach up the prize

The paradox is such that I hope it cuts us down to size

It might be that to know nothing is to truly be wise

But I don't know

Sounds nice, but I don't know

And I'm one human, one light bulb to be illumined

I'm done assuming anything at all can be proven

I sought stillness, but noticed I was always moving

In a world that can be pretty hard to find a groove in

I'm one human, one light bulb to be illumined

I'm done assuming anything at all can be proven

I sought stillness, but noticed I was always moving

In a world that can be pretty hard to find a groove in