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Gypsy Tart
Jam Baxter, Ed Scissor, Ghosttown
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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 of shackles, manacles
And chains that grapple every single thought gland
Take it to the stars man
Jump aboard my wingspan
Strapped inside a cockpit with a monkey and orangutan
Have you read your contract?
Subsection 7.7.0 is where the motherfucking 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 sun sang
In harmony with hoovers in your mum's hands
In harmony with supersonic gun claps
In harmony with screwing on the brackets to your honorary dunce hat
In clouds of my consumables I reassembled slightly lost
Slightly scrunched their tickets to the stars up and sidled off
To join a giant violent mob marauding into missing scenes
To fuck with the finale, slip in scandal in your histories
And off-camera spies injecting intravenous tryptamines
Pries 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 with
The last man to try and blind a cyclops
I'm weak of five-thousand died bison on his night off
Cotched off-camera
Where the lost dogs snatch up
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 orbits as they sparkled insecure
So I watched the constellations dance the swansong samba
As my clan cotched off-camera with the star-struck youths cheating
Rive out the noose screaming
Hi, how's your crew feeling?
Like sour prunes steaming
Flavoursome assault on every fungal face and barking range
And disappear with a parting wave
Take it to the stars yeah, I'll take them straight back again
Ditch the hitch, just bring 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 splatter in the docking bay pounding like
Yeah
Please join us in a round of applause
For all the graduates about to feel 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 rocket fuel roar
A rapid eye strapped inside rocked to the core
A massive mind-gasm blinds, ocular scores
Alight 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 blister in the blackest of holes
And now the monkey's firing flare guns at the orbiting globes
Outside the windscreen there is cracking, leaking spirits and ghosts
Sunk my teeth in his throat
Watched it gargle 'til the flares had stopped
Secreting that red smog, the sweetest of smoke
Spat the remnants out my mouth and felt the seasons implode
An inter-species anaesthesia disease creeps in my bones
I chewed the last ration bowl, beside surveyed decaying star patterns
Join the dust to form a middle finger spewing sparks at 'em
Part madam, please release my ankles from your razor teeth
I cruised outer space with two skulls to replace my feet
The freakish world, a 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 girn and girn
With plastic planets spinning round a 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 hitch, just bring 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 splatter in the docking bay pounding like
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