Superior Genes

I need a home, I need a place to call my own A box in the sky with walls and windows and a door to close Where I decide, who may enter and who must leave The colors and sounds that I want to perceive I need a home, I need a place to call my own I need a territory that is mine To prove to the world that I'm for real I need a place that is fancy and fine To show to my friends so I can feel Like a better member of the human race Like a proper person in a proper place I need a home, I need a place to call my own I can't relate to the place I'm in I don't belong in a slum With people who can't adapt to the modern world I want to survive and show that I've got superior genes I want to be chosen and selected naturally I know that I'll have to demonstrate My dominant traits So I can attract a suitable mate With excellent genes And together we can do our part To keep our species alive Nature preserves all that is good And destroys with a callous eye That which is useless and weak and inferior And that is why I need a place With lots of space High above the crowd where I Can help the human race Just by being alive