The Case for Procreation Lyrics

You and I should people the planet

With two combinations of us

They'd have thighs and eyes like yours

And shins and chins like mine

They'd have a good time at a bad time

Like we do

They'd wait a long time in the wrong line

Like we do

I am a cesspool of inherited vices

You're in the throes of an identity crisis

Tell me, what's the wait?

Why do you hesitate

When we'd have such a good time

Such a bad time, this is true

But there's no such thing as the right time

I would argue to you

Let's put this love to use love

Let's echo out for generations

Let's put this love to use love

Ignore your itching reservations

In the house near the Thicket Road Church of Christ

You treated my hair when I got lice

It was nice

To be cared for

So nice, so unprepared for

The way your hands have provoked in me

A feeling, a crisis

You riot and roll in me

In all of your niceness

In good times

In bad, bad

Let's put this love to use love

Let's echo out for generations

Let's put this love to use love

Ignore your itching reservations

Let's put this love to use love

This is no time for hesitation

Let's put this love to use love

This is the case for procreation