Verse 1:
It’s young stats
The resident doc and as I push the clock
A new patient I got is straight outta the north
So at my arrival, time to check your vitals
I cannot deny that your feeling some warmth
Irregular beating, then gasping to breathe, and
We could try to treat it or maybe just sweep it
Under the rug, clean up on aisle 3; leave it
Cause my hands and feet are on the way to Venus
Get away from all the misfits
Feening for the dopamine that is instant
Going straight for the green, but we missed it
Oblivious of the green we were gifted
The minas turn to Midas, and we found the touch
With a fools gold crown on a brow that slumps
But Lil Jon taught us not to turn down for what
So let’s move in to a universe that bounces up

Chorus 1:
Uh, vital signs weaken
But the billboard is a beacon
And we drove right by, and that is the reason that we will be leaving
Yeah, vital signs weaken
The billboard is a beacon
We drove right by, and that is the reason that we will be leaving

Verse 2:
Epochs of ferns, trilobites, and the Stegosaurus
Fats that ruled before us burning in our Taurus
There's a detour up ahead, and the engine light's red
While the bridge is out over a dried-up riverbed
Good luck, Godspeed
Some monkeys just cover their eyes and feed
While the Johnnies and Jens bake like gingerbread men
Whistling past a plaster cast of an Iguanodon
Over a chorus of crickets; ain't kicking ballistics
The frontal lobe's like a microbe: parasitic
A Ponzi scheme, Armageddon Clock-themed, ibid
And Gaia's checking her watch; can ya dig it?
I’m all-in for Earth over the eight billion locusts
Running leaf blowers every October
And the corpses co-mingling with the partygoers
2000 zero zero: time's up; it’s all over

Chorus 2:
The vital signs weaken
But the billboard is a beacon
And now the reason we're leaving
Is we drove right by without seeing

Verse 3:
Listen to me, née the Third Rock
Also known as the globe that you walk
Get on your feet; see I'm coming in hot
Like you made my seas; believe it or not
Not gonna lie I'm the one shot you got
Remember that goldfish you wished for and washed?
Well, water will make you more flush than your wad
Stick with that script, and I'll switch up the plot
Some of you claim that you may wanna witness
The end of my time but you need to hear this
Consensus is that you should come to your senses
I plead with you thus, stop counting your cents, yes
Dream about more than just your existence
Or get on a rocket right out of this system
A short sharp shock but you need to listen
For this is a world that our children will live in

Chorus 2:
The vital signs weaken
But the billboard is a beacon
And now the reason we're leaving
Is we drove right by without seeing