Three, two, one, blast off!

Here at mission control the flight operations director commented that he felt like—

One of the saddest features of our modern world

Is being a product of a rather materialistic civilization

Emergency, emergency, a major catastrophe has occurred

Was this the future you had in mind for us?

They must be smoking space dust

They must be smoking space dust

Emergency, emergency, emergency, emergency

One guy came in with a bag of space dust

We were all shocked and amazed but everybody wanted to try it

So we all smoked, didn’t really get too high on it but we got a little giggly

And then from there we just kept smokin’, smokin’, smokin’, smokin’

We just kept-kept—

It’s secure

It is believed by many to be the substance responsible for—

Emergency, emergency, emergency, emergency

Yes, they are drugs

A drug I myself invented

The drug renders the men into beast-like creatures

Those men now are useful only to respond to orders

Can we make it back to earth?

They must be smoking space dust

They must be smoking space dust

We’re so dominated by outside forces that there’s no room for the inner life

Because they’re inner self or soul has been closed up and shut in by the pressures of worldly forces

You can’t run anymore

If you are to have any future you must learn to live together

That’s the way life on earth works — everybody needs everybody else

Are you with us?

Bring peace and tranquility to earth

All the people on this earth are truly one

Great change is coming over the whole human race