Science Fiction lyrics

Artist  : Radon 
Song : Science Fiction



 Send "Science Fiction" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Little green men coming out of paint cans,

Phosphate mines and Slaked Lime, 1966, he was
sixteen,

it's Central Florida in the era of the
dragline,

play it over the pit and dig up more of that
green shit,

and trade it with the Russians, who are
traditionally hated,

you can imagine that after a few years

that you'd run out of things to say,

and I'll be here every day.

Phospho~Gypsum, Radon-222,

the daughters watch over you,

on a transformer four stories high it walks like
a cripple

and turns on its base,

diggin' up that Dicalcium Phosphate.

Travel the blacktop

and you won't have far to go to find an alien
civilization,

a creature from a creation that's from outer
space.

Sixty foot high for miles around;

one million tons of Phospho~Gypsum tailings rise
to the sky.

Nearly half the world's fertilizer once lay
beneath the overburden;

it got taken off this sandbar,

and now there's something that's left behind.

Hey, this place is a mess!

'what are you takin' about?

I'll clean it up later.

No, that's not the way it is at all, I'm not a
miner I don't care,

man, that's pant of the system, I'm punk,

but who's gonna indict the Wall Street Journal,
just me and Bob Ray,

it's just part of the system here on the surface
of the planet

and the day has come when there's only work
left

There's unlimited sunshine in a bottle of
Tropicana,

with his friends and his 'Spooky Tooth' 8-track
flipped upside down,

drivin' in his Mercury Monterey down to Lithia
Springs,

saying that if we could take the tailings,

and build a building for the New York Stork
Exchange,

then we could tell everyone about

how we live in a state that digs Radon by the
ton

and you'll be loved by everyone,

and the government will give us a Superfund,

and 'we're Radon, and that's Science Fiction.