Slow Verse 1:
Rock and roll spaceship,
the moon is your bitch.
You look like a Neptune
with pizza for lips.
Slow Verse 2:
A Siamese kitchen,
a carpet of grass,
slimy potatoes,
a bowl full of laughs
Slower Chorus:
Run away from
your fundamental cares
Sleep under
the harrowing stairs
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