The Dub Pistols control this shit Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse Miles away and we can still see the metropolis Disappearing slowly into the distance there's no stopping this Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars And travel through the Milky Way We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light
We're on a trip to space where the average man 'aint been The ground is flooded with rain to keep the Earth clean We communicate through radio waves While the controllers of the ship are seeing sights that amaze
Searching on corners of the Milky Way and galaxy You won't believe the types of things that we were forced to see Wait for the sattelites, wet your appetites From the distance we see the sun and it's a ball of light You need a microscope to see the Earth even exists And it feels like we've been suspended in space for years Nothing to do but think and wonder what we'll see when we land Could this be the missing link in the bigger plan
The Dub Pistols control this shit Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse Miles away and we can still see the metropolis Disappearing slowly into the distance there's no stopping this Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars And travel through the Milky Way We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light
Rhymes on tapes mics turn them into space flights Aerodynamics fly frantic with the Blade, right Pushing orbital in a low tech, cruising tight Pictures sneaking by from the glare of the computer lights Should have bought a thinner window but spent it all on endo From the dude at the last stop with three eyes in a flat top Wanted for smuggling and illegal space craft Don't know if we'll ever make it back now we're off track being chased by patrols Pull it together, hands back on the controls Tailspins and barrel rolls out of narrow spaces To the center of a meteor, they can no longer trace us
The Dub Pistols control this shit Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse Miles away and we can still see the metropolis Disappearing slowly into the distance there's no stopping this Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars And travel through the Milky Way We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light
They educated us and even taught us how to breathe Gave us the diet of the food that we would have to eat Stick to the rations, never know what could happen Run out of fuel and you might never get back in (word up)
Three humans in the space of five meters squared Dressed in space suits attached to canisters of air Alien lifeforms could possibly be a threat If that's the case push the button and eject They could be hostile, worse than on the X-Files Don't try to talk to them, they don't talk back that 'aint their style Dont' be a hero, this 'aint a move and you 'aint De Niro Don't try to test them because if you do you'll be gone in zero
The Dub Pistols control this shit Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse Miles away and we can still see the metropolis Disappearing slowly into the distance there's no stopping this Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars And travel through the Milky Way We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light