Busdriver, Pegasus Warning - Colonize the Moon lyrics
[Busdriver, Pegasus Warning - Colonize the Moon lyrics]
I threw my hands in the heavens
I own what I touch
This world's big enough for the both of us
But for me it's not enough
So I gotta colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon, yeah
So I gotta colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon, yeah
If you were here for the last song
About world leaders and street fashion
We bent the truth quite a bit
And would like to announce
The following redactions:
First, my homie didn't die violently
But he died of laughter
Binge drinking on diet Shasta
He slipped and fell down the fire ladder
But why does that matter?
Second, I don't make money like
An NFL running back
If I could really turn a jack-o
Lantern into a sports car
Why's my driveway look like a pumpkin patch?
Third, I'm not that leftist
I dim that ultraviolet lambast
With a code of silence
That co-pilots militarized, unmanned craft
And fourth, your hair fuels life
'Til the moral standards became puree paste
Could've stripped us open with apple space
To the cavalcades of birthday cakes
And fifth, i don't think the country's
Run by blackened hellions
My business practices are Machiavellian
And a room for my throne of jagged skeleton
And six
I do recruiter overreaching my locals
On every Mars rover
With QR codes for card-holders
And product placement where your
Charted levels were and seventh
I can't agree with philanthropy of tycoons
Cause this money ain't made
For saving children
It's to help me colonize the moon
So I gotta colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon, yeah
So I gotta colonize the moon
Colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon, yeah
If you were here for the last song
About world leaders and street fashion
We bent the truth like so
And would like to announce
The following redactions:
First, I think all your primitive poises
Are a pantomimed slow wank
That's why I greet 'em all with "attaboy"
Just a data point in the phone bank
Second, I do want your idea of new
Success to be crude at best
So when you hit those pratfalls
Insured by past laws
It won't be something even you can detect
Third, I do admit that sexual
Appetites conflict with ambitions
But, it's important that my life
Resemble Pimp C fanfiction
And fourth
I can assume the standing of finger
Point at an unfaithful man
When I'm a dog who feeds on excess
That needs to express his anal gland
And fifth, I had to withhold
I never sniffed or sold a spec of coca
I'd be quarantined like I broke a fever
Or like a bloated diva with a leather boa
And six, our social fabric's been woven
Into some crazy polymer
With men in blue flannels and red flannels
Cooing death rattles through a baby monitor
And seventh
I can't agree with philanthropy of tycoons
Cause this money ain't made
For saving children
It's to help me colonize the moon
All I've done, and all I've seen
Who cares about you? What else could I be?
After all I've done, and all I've seen
Who cares about you? What else could I be?
So I gotta colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon, yeah
So I gotta colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon, yeah
I own what I touch
This world's big enough for the both of us
But for me it's not enough
So I gotta colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon, yeah
So I gotta colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon, yeah
If you were here for the last song
About world leaders and street fashion
We bent the truth quite a bit
And would like to announce
The following redactions:
First, my homie didn't die violently
But he died of laughter
Binge drinking on diet Shasta
He slipped and fell down the fire ladder
But why does that matter?
Second, I don't make money like
An NFL running back
If I could really turn a jack-o
Lantern into a sports car
Why's my driveway look like a pumpkin patch?
Third, I'm not that leftist
I dim that ultraviolet lambast
With a code of silence
That co-pilots militarized, unmanned craft
And fourth, your hair fuels life
'Til the moral standards became puree paste
Could've stripped us open with apple space
To the cavalcades of birthday cakes
And fifth, i don't think the country's
Run by blackened hellions
My business practices are Machiavellian
And a room for my throne of jagged skeleton
And six
I do recruiter overreaching my locals
On every Mars rover
With QR codes for card-holders
And product placement where your
Charted levels were and seventh
I can't agree with philanthropy of tycoons
Cause this money ain't made
For saving children
It's to help me colonize the moon
So I gotta colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon, yeah
So I gotta colonize the moon
Colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon, yeah
If you were here for the last song
About world leaders and street fashion
We bent the truth like so
And would like to announce
The following redactions:
First, I think all your primitive poises
Are a pantomimed slow wank
That's why I greet 'em all with "attaboy"
Just a data point in the phone bank
Second, I do want your idea of new
Success to be crude at best
So when you hit those pratfalls
Insured by past laws
It won't be something even you can detect
Third, I do admit that sexual
Appetites conflict with ambitions
But, it's important that my life
Resemble Pimp C fanfiction
And fourth
I can assume the standing of finger
Point at an unfaithful man
When I'm a dog who feeds on excess
That needs to express his anal gland
And fifth, I had to withhold
I never sniffed or sold a spec of coca
I'd be quarantined like I broke a fever
Or like a bloated diva with a leather boa
And six, our social fabric's been woven
Into some crazy polymer
With men in blue flannels and red flannels
Cooing death rattles through a baby monitor
And seventh
I can't agree with philanthropy of tycoons
Cause this money ain't made
For saving children
It's to help me colonize the moon
All I've done, and all I've seen
Who cares about you? What else could I be?
After all I've done, and all I've seen
Who cares about you? What else could I be?
So I gotta colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon, yeah
So I gotta colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon
Colonize the moon, colonize the moon, yeah