"Space is like paradise spread out with a butter knife"

I enjoy the conversational nature of the lyrics of this song.

Warning: contains profanity.

I like how he initially refrains from sharing a secret but then does after prodding.  It's an interesting lack of resolve.

I like how casually he articulates some popular fears.  I like how he says "Yeah,"

Them: Tell me your fears.
Him: Okay, it's everyone here.
Them: You mean just all of the people?
Him: Yeah, and all of their peers, and all of their pets, and their chandeliers.

I really like their exchange on space, which plays at profundity.

Them: Talk about space.
Him: Well it's a beautiful place.
Them: But it's so damn cold.
Him: Just for the human race, but for the planets and the stars and everything else and Mars.
Them: It's like paradise, spread out with a butter knife

I also like the xylophone.