The Church - Space Needle lyrics
[The Church - Space Needle lyrics]
Stick it straight through the crust
Suck up all the magma put it in a bag ma
And blow it through your brains till you bust
Where oblivion is beckoning
Where the fire furn is reckoning
Getting kinda famished with all
This talk of famine
I could survive on bread alone
Gimme me space needle so
I don't wanna wheedle
I need these planets close to my bone
Where oblivion is beckoning
Where the fire furn is reckoning
Getting kinda nervous the way
Ellipses curve us
It's a mystery to me we don't fall
Where's my space needle? I wanna a little?
I wanna wish good luck to you all
Where oblivion is beckoning
Where the fire furn is reckoning
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