Trapped in the skies What am I to do Brothers from another planet Ya know the truth Papa was a Rolling Stone Nigga Never (brouh!! ) Things I used to do with her I now do alone Never blizard Freako, now leaning on towers I roam (?) You fell with watching (?) Makes these pigs think my styles be drones, ah (?) Fuck that bullshit Rather walk alone Nigga standing on the verge of You know the song Suck my rocket, Nosaj the Great, And morcheeba How much more can you take It's Te-te-te-te-terrible, Te-te-te-te-terrible, It's morcheeba Suck my rocket, brothers from another planet Ya know the truth It's morcheeba Suck my rocket brothers from another planet Ya know the truth Suck my rocket, Nosaj the Great, And morcheeba How much more can you take It's Te-te-te-te-terrible, Te-te-te-te-terrible, On our way to the moon Te-te-te-te-terrible, Te-te-te-te-terrible,
On our way to the moon Te-te-te-te-terrible, Te-te-te-te-terrible,
Te-te-te-te-terrible, Te-te-te-te-terrible,
It's morcheeba and a spaceship sighted It's morcheeba and a spaceship sighted It's morcheeba and a spaceship sighted
Compositores: Paul David Godfrey (Paul Godfrey), Ross Charles Godfrey (Ross Godfrey), Shirley Gordon (Skye), Jason Edward Furlow (Nosaj) ECAD: Obra #12741071 Fonograma #2298966