Move over little insect
It's time for you to go
I don't wanna have to tell you twice
You'll come to me tomorrow
And say you found my head in the fields
I couldn't swear that it's mine
Been talking to Kabata
And he roars how I feel
There's nothing, nothing here
There's a doorway in a fuel pump,
A taste of another mind
You can bake me in your cancer
You can cook me in your spoon
Put a bubble in my heart now
Don't know who you're praying to
Chorus
Ain't gonna stand in the rocket's shadow
My momma's waiting for me on the moon
My dick just got a million times bigger
I'll be pumping Andromeda soon
Rise boy, rise boy, rice boy, rise, ring it out
Writer(s): David Wyndorf
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