By distant moon
Date: 9 December 2000
08. Space Sickness
The ex-plosion
Was more than they could stand
In the midst of all of the ashes
And I was in demand
The pleasantries and silence
All their eyes on me
Staring at the newest man
To walk around free-ly
And nobody tried
And nobody leaned
On fence posts, lazy
The past, a dying breed
And they were all depressed
Astronaut's success
So unbelievable...
That they were last
Just as predicted
Holes in the sky
Her little star
From above, she'd shine
And everyone was dreams
All the people screamed
Running here and there
Looking out for exits
The end was all too near
And the pain was present
Stopped when they began to hear
The roaring crowd of peasants
Pitchforks in hand
Astronaut started
Riots in streets
For her love and heal-ing
And they overran
All the richest ones
Holding dollar bills
Between dirty fingers
Folded wallets bruise
And everyone would lose
All the talent breathes
Till they eat in threes
Threes...
What did you just say?
Astronaut's insane
Space sickness reigns
Her love was his plane
And it just landed
Astronaut's insane
Space sickness reigns
Space sickness reigns
Space sickness reigns
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