Jam Baxter, Ed Scissor - Gypsy Tart lyrics

Take it to the stars man
Never settle shorter than the
Temperatures of Mars can
Seven deadly sentences a universe away from
Forty nights and forty days
It shackles manacles and chains that
Grapple every single thought gland
Take it to the stars man
Jump aboard my wing span
Strapped inside a cockpit with
A monkey and orangutan
Have you read your contract?
Sub section seven point seven point zero's
Where the mother fucking bomb's strapped
Fuck it where my wand at?
I need to spin a deathly tune to power
Up these batteries projectiles at
A battered moon
A temptress in the quicksand
Celebrated stuntman
Every shape invented getting pummelled
Into plum jam blueprints of the sum sang
In harmony were hoovers in your mum's hands
In harmony were supersonic gun claps
In harmony were screwing on the brackets
To your honorary dunce hat

In clouds are my consumables
Are reassembled slightly lost
Slightly scrunched their tickets to the
Stars up and sidled off
To join the giant violent mob
Marauding into missing scenes
To fuck with the finale slipping
Scandal in your histories
And off camera spies
Injecting intravenous tryptamines
Prise apart the jaws
Pull the gristle out and drink your dreams
Lucid lunar movements crescent cackles
Crack the silent evening
I'm blind and bleeding on the pavement
Was the last man to try and blind the cyclops
And wake a five thousand dire
Bison on his night off
Cotched off camera, with a lost dog stature
You're flabbergasted god's got cancer
And he's gone
The starry eyed harlot hit the
Floor and saw the knots in all the raw bit's
As they sparkled insecure
So I watched her constellations dance
To swan song samba
As my clan cotched off camera with
The star struck youts cheating
Rive out the noose screaming "Hi
How's your crew feeling?"
Like sour prunes steaming
Flavoursome assault on
Every fungal face embarking rage
And disappear with a parting wave

Take it to the stars yeah I'll
Take 'em straight back again
Ditch the hit to spring the pictures
Back and smash your camera lens
Burst bugs splattered on the
Windscreen pounding like

Take 'em to the stars man
Take 'em to the other place
Someone in the crew is trading
Gods with a forgotten race
Burst lungs splattering the docking
Bay pounding like

Yeah, please
Join us in a round of applause for all
The graduates about to fill
The rapturous force
Of forty metric tonnes of pressure
As they're leaving our shores
But don't forget to bow your head
Mop the laboratory floor
Clock the rock if you're raw
A rapid eye strapped inside
Rocked to the core
A massive mindgasm blinds ocular
Scores are light
Patterns time travels five planets or more
Tribes gather for war
Who's down for the cause?
Mission control I think we've
Ripped a massive
Vista in the blackest of holes
And now the monkeys firing flare
Guns at the orbiting globes
Outside the windscreen at his cracking
Leaking spirit's and ghosts
Sunk my teeth in his throat
Watched it gargle 'til
The flares had stopped secreting
Out red smog, the sweetest of smoke
Spat the remnants out my mouth
And felt the seasons implode
Then inter-species anesthesia
There's these creaks in my bones

I chewed the last ration, bulbous eyes
Survey decaying star patterns
Join the dots to form a middle
Finger spewing sparks at 'em
Pard' madam, please
Release my ankles from your razor teeth
I cruised out of space with two
Skulls to replace my feet
If weakish well the master cripple
Out looking for a prime spot
To park the missile
Nervous laughter rippled outward
Into living rooms
And prison cells and abattoirs
Just before the sky cracked and filled
The air with shattered glass
Stars burn and burn
Sweating children gurn and gurn
With plastic planets spinning round the
Really twisted learning curve
I heard the worms are cooking
Up a gastronomic astral feast have a piece
I'll cram it in your face
With extra axle grease take it to the stars
Yeah I'll take 'em straight back again
Ditch the hit to spring the pictures
Back and smash your camera lens
Burst bugs splattered on the
Windscreen pounding like

Take 'em to the stars man
Take 'em to the other place
Someone in the crew is trading
Gods with a forgotten race
Burst lungs splattering the docking
Bay pounding like