Industrialized, deodorized, volatized for my demise!

PARDON-MOI, DON'T MIND ME

I'M JUST ALLERGIC TO THE 20TH CENTURY

Take me back in time where I'm away

From pollution's contribution to our modern day

Where doctors don't just look at me and scratch their head
And there aren't any flame retardants in my bed

And no-one at MacDonald's eats what I can't

Appointing me the ultimate renunciant

Where I can hide from the hydes to save my hide

Formaldehyde, benzaldehyde, pesticide, I'm paralyzed!

Formaldehyde, benzaldehyde, pesticide, I'm paralyzed!

Are you aware that in your hair

Is something that could knock me out?
I'm the canary of the future, ya that's what they say

Well if it's true I wish that I could fly away

I've got the right knowledge in the wrong world

Excuse me if I'm woozy and my words are slurred

I just keep on trying and I'm not dead yet

But Mister, could you please put out that cigarette? dd>But Mister, could you please put out that cigarette?

PARDON-MOI, DON'T MIND ME
I'M JUST ALLERGIC TO THE 20TH CENTURY

Oh Lord grant me impunity and give me immunity

So there can be some unity 'round here

One whiff of perfume and I'm history, I'm on Venus

It's adios amigos - I'll be O.K. when she goes

(Very far away...)

Greg says living in a room of aluminum foil is O.K.

But he's way into Sci-Fi anyway

Scott redefines and designs me walls of glass

I just shiver by the heater cuz I turned off the gas

And sometimes the blinded narrow-minded make me tense

That's when Stacy rises to take my defense

Against the Jimmys who think it's in my head;

I wish it were, there'd be a cure and it'd be easier than this!

Kim Palmer

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