Behind every Man’s a woman
Urging him on to greater things
So it was with my wife, Stella
Urged me into outer space
With her constant and eternal
Infernal, confounded nagging
I carried her memory with me
As I fled further away

I love you, however, I hate you forever
I love you, however, I hate you, whatever

Stella would say:
What have you been up to, have you been drinking again?
Lazy good-for-nothing, I demand to know where you’ve been
Harcourt, Fenton, Mudd, you miserable sut
Harcourt, Fenton, Mudd the first of Planet Mudd

Chanced upon an android planet
Robot girls who study and serve
Functioning as human females
Christening me “Mudd The First”
Built a ‘bot in Stella’s image
For me to verbally abuse
Paradise became a prison
When Stella was mass-produced

I love you, however, I hate you forever
I love you, however, I hate you, whatever

Stella still says:
What have you been up to, have you been drinking again?
Lazy good-for-nothing, I demand to know where you’ve been
Harcourt, Fenton, Mudd, you miserable sut
Harcourt, Fenton, Mudd the first of Planet Mudd

Logic is a little tweeting
Bird chirping out in a meadow
Logic is a wreath of flowers
That smell too bad to inhale
Dying, crying, and lamenting
My burdens just to be happy
Without freedom, I am nothing
Just a cog in the machine

I love you, however, I hate you forever
I love you, however, I hate you, whatever

Harcourt, Fenton, Mudd, and Five Hundred Stellas
Harcourt, Fenton, Mudd the first of Planet Mudd

Instrumentation:
PJ: Guitar, Vocals
Chris: Bass, Backing Vocals
Mike: Guitar
Noah: Keys
Andy: Drums