We're nothing special   Identical imbeciles   Call around on a Sunday and cop a feel   We're all clones   Bullshit down the phone   Wanna join my cult and keep my pocket full      What's in your head?   I think it's your big bang theory   What's in your head?   I think it's your big bang theory      Don't ask me now   I'm still far too young to follow you   Don't ask me now   I've still got a million things to do   Don't ask me now   I'm still far too young to follow you   Don't ask me now   I've still got a million things to do      Fireside security   Legoland family   Six feet safely from my crimes   Teenage turbulence   Trash can tragedies   The weeping of a willow under sky      What's in your head?   I think it's your big bang theory   What's in your head?   I think it's your big bang theory      Don't ask me now   I'm still far too young to follow you   Don't ask me now   I've still got a million things to do   Don't ask me now   I'm still far too young to follow you   Don't ask me now   I've still got a million things       We are marching like pigs, to the market of flesh   With humps on our backs and hair on the palms of our hands      Marching like pigs, to the market of flesh   With humps on our backs and hair on the palms of our hands