Move over little insect
It's time for you to go
I don't want to have to tell you twice

You come to me tomorrow
Saying you found my head in the fields
I couldn't swear that it's mine

Been talking to the bottle
And it roars out how I feel
There's nothing, nothing here

There's a doorway and a fuel pump
The taste of another mind
You can bake me in your cancer
You can cook me in your spoon
Put a bowl in my heart now
Don't know who you're praying to

Ain't gonna stand in the rocket's shadow
My mama'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

Ain't gonna stand in the rocket's shadow
My mama'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
Rise boy, rise boy

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Writer(s): DAVID WYNDORF