Ive been stuffed in your pocket for the last hundred days When I don't get my bath I take it out on the slaves So grease up your baby for the bal...
Ive been stuffed in your pocket for the last hundred days When I don't get my bath I take it out on the slaves So grease up your baby for the ball on the hill And polish them rockets now, and swallow those pills And sing whoa, space-lord mother mother Theres a car in the field now in a column of flame With two doors to choose but only one bears your name You've been drinking my blood well I've been licking your wounds I'll shave off the pitch now in the scope of your tune You'll sing whoa space-lord mother mother [Chorus:] I left my throne a million miles away I drink from your tit I sing your blues every day Now give me the strength To split the world in two yeah I ate all the rest and now I've gotta eat you Well I sing... Built in my nightmares and using my name You're stroking my cortex and you know I'm insane I'm squeezed out in hump drive and drowning in love Encompass them all to a position above And sing whoa space-lord mother mother [Chorus] Well I sing whoa space-lord mother Whoa space-lord mother mother (x 4) Whoa... I lost my soul when I fell to earth My planets called me to the void of my birth The time has come for me to kill this game Now open wide and say my name Whoa space-lord mother mother (x 12)
writers: DAVID WYNDORF
copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
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