If I clean my rocket
We'll go flying
today
And we'll hit the pockets
Of
warm and crispy air
Oh you lovely
boy you smell so sweet
We ride so well
And we load our pistols as we perch upon
My razor wings
Up to the planets up to
the bodies of the galaxy
We fly we feed we
suck we bleed we need...
If I clean
my rocket
We'll go flying today
And
we'll hit the pockets
Of warm and crispy
air
Oh we flee the scene of our
little crime
We feel so free
But the
hounds of law they bite our heels
As we
retreat
Up to the planets up to the bodies
of the galaxy
Of the galaxy we fly we feed
we suck we bleed we need...
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