Could you think of a better wa-a-ay To be even scaring the sky away And making me a part of this Corner of meaningless darkness
Of course you could but I'd rather be What I strive along for just to be You love your country, love the strife Relieve your cock on your beloved wife
But I'm playing a different tune Cuz I'm moving to the moon But I'm not prepared to go against you And fly and jump in your corruption stoop And since I'm around, I've got a few things to do So I live on the melting clock, you move along Cause you shoot tension, aggravation outta your dick hole I can't imagine your wife using that to swallow!
But you see I'm gonna cum down a feminine throat In the surrealistic pain and wearing a coat (uh) So I have space That you can't trace To carry my lo-o-o-ve And you just have waste Hm-and you just have waste... And you just have waste, heeey And you just have waaaaaaaaheeeey