I've made up my mind It's a perfect waste of space It's a demonstration of a perfect time and place So close to heaven When I've got no soul to sell When I can't see your face I guess I'm doing well Well, good enough for me
A rocket to the glowing sun You gotta get on, get on, get on Destination oblivion You gotta get on Back in space where I belong You gotta get on, get on, get on If you want to get off You gotta get on
Forget the feast Or forget that obligation But what does it mean For the plastic population We can never get enough But we point our finger well When it comes to suicide I guess I'm doing well And that's good enough for me
A rocket to the glowing sun You gotta get on, get on, get on Destination oblivion You gotta get on Back in space where I belong You gotta get on, get on, get on If you want to get off You gotta get on
Baby, when i get inside you I'll be deep in outer space The further I am into the vacuum The deeper that i get in you
Beyond oblivion Outside of time Ripping through the unperceivable Leaving all of this behind.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
