I awake in the future, I had turned to stone with fear, laid on petrified trees In a high school massacre I'm fossilized and clear, the teenage terrorists freeze We began dismantling the stadia and schools, singing save our simian souls! Polished up warm bullets hanging static in the air, droplets glittering home
NASA knows, how the pheromones, cascade! Down the walls, you can't help the way you feel You're the crudest oil, let your vision boil, yeah they're gonna dig a coal-face! out of you, Isambard I'm all steel!
Chasing homeless cheerleaders, through the sewers lit by burning polythene bags Pushing flame scorched limos to the oil rig tonight, for the promenade dance Fill your locker with an arsenal, hieroglyphic every particle, mother all about the coal and the lava and the gas that we are, lovers on the landfill, digging me up to fuel rockets and risk Look across now honey the horizon, I can see a shuttle birth, is it a boy? Or a girl? Or a gun? I know it's ludicrous to be lost; there's never been a time like this
Everyone, is gonna end, up there, you're overcome, but NASA is on your side It's happening, the sky is shattering, and they're gonna make a Death Star, out of you, but NASA is on your side NASA is on your side NASA is on your side
Everyone, is gonna end, up there, you're overcome, but NASA is on your side It's happening, yeah, it's happening, and they're gonna make a Death Star, out of you, but NASA is on your side
There were children climbing over fridges in a rush to see the death of the sun And we laughed all night when they said "treasure in the sky" and we had nothing but funTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
