The Moment of Conception - David Byrne

At the moment of conception

I could see someone approaching

Will you be my disco dancer?

I could use a little coaching

Will you be my secret lover?

Mother, Father, Sister, Brother too

I was born without a conscience

Full of freedom, full of nonsense

From the mountains to the beaches

Eat the apples, steal the peaches

Will you be this wild child’s lady?

Will you carry me to safety?

Lock me up and take me home

I don’t wanna be free

Goin' crazy — on my own

It’s not where I wanna be

I behave without compassion

I see things I want to smash them

When I put our love in danger

And treat you like a total stranger

I don’t really want to hurt you

I would stop it if I could do

Blame my school and blame my parents

And the genes that I inherit

Blame it on my older sister

For showing me her dirty pictures

Blame it on TV and movies

Blame the lawyers and the juries

Lock me up and take me home

I don’t wanna be free

Goin' crazy — on my own

It’s not where I wanna be

At the moment of conception

At the moment of conception