Flaming Calibers - Dying In Mexico lyrics

Chief of control! S chief
What's the word from Scott? What in
Heaven's name is going on out there?
But Sir you just talked to the star duster
I did no such thing I got some
Kind of a jumbled voice made not sense at all
Chief that signal came from the star duster
We've been trying to re-establish contact
All we get are those same eerie signals
(eerie signals, eerie signals, eerie signals)

I had a vision you were not with me
Looking through the days
Looking through the truth of the days
What’s going on?
Small rags burn as if they rose in glory
Locked in tequila


And I was hoping to be the perfect boy
But here I am again dying
For these stupid feelings
I was dying on a screen
And I should never have entered this game
My flame is going out right now

When your odds and your "shut up" close
Will we all die?
When your odds and your "shut up" close
Will we all die?

I was screaming i was dead
I was traveling in space
I can’t face everyone
My brain comes and goes while
My guts come out
It’s more a feeling than a simple "Fuck You"
(fuck you)

And I love her i was just a space ghost
The night won’t fuck it all
I discovered the truth
We weren’t traveling to the mausoleum
Oh don’t tell me we're still in purgatory


When your odds and your "shut up" close
Will we all die?
When your odds and your "shut up" close
Will we all die?

What are we going to tell the chief?
You mean like there are ghosts on this planet
(planet)