Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,
Four, three, two, one, liftoff
This is ground control to Major Tom
Youve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now its time to leave the capsule if you dare
This is Major Tom to ground control
Im stepping through the door
And Im floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
I feel like I've been shot into pure space - that free void in which we can project our minds outwards and even the most ridiculous notions are possible.
A first class psychonaut with a bellyfull of rock 'n roll, a space pirate with a plasma axe to grind, a fierce clawing alien about to sprout gorily from my chest and conquer the world with it's vaudeville song and dance routine, an ontological terrorist boy scout troupe with Burroughs' Revised Boy Scout Manual as its guide.
I feel strong and loose and free.
And dangerous.
Jesus died for somebodys sins but not mine
Meltin in a pot of thieves
Wild card up my sleeve
Thick heart of stone
My sins my own
They belong to me, me
People say beware!
But I dont care
The words are just
Rules and regulations to me, me
I-i walk in a room, you know I look so proud
Im movin in this here atmosphere, well, anythings allowed
And I go to this here party and I just get bored
Until I look out the window, see a sweet young thing
Humpin on the parking meter, leanin on the parking meter
Oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
And I got this crazy feeling and then Im gonna ah-ah make her mine
Ooh Ill put my spell on her
Four, three, two, one, liftoff
This is ground control to Major Tom
Youve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now its time to leave the capsule if you dare
This is Major Tom to ground control
Im stepping through the door
And Im floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
I feel like I've been shot into pure space - that free void in which we can project our minds outwards and even the most ridiculous notions are possible.
A first class psychonaut with a bellyfull of rock 'n roll, a space pirate with a plasma axe to grind, a fierce clawing alien about to sprout gorily from my chest and conquer the world with it's vaudeville song and dance routine, an ontological terrorist boy scout troupe with Burroughs' Revised Boy Scout Manual as its guide.
I feel strong and loose and free.
And dangerous.
Jesus died for somebodys sins but not mine
Meltin in a pot of thieves
Wild card up my sleeve
Thick heart of stone
My sins my own
They belong to me, me
People say beware!
But I dont care
The words are just
Rules and regulations to me, me
I-i walk in a room, you know I look so proud
Im movin in this here atmosphere, well, anythings allowed
And I go to this here party and I just get bored
Until I look out the window, see a sweet young thing
Humpin on the parking meter, leanin on the parking meter
Oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
And I got this crazy feeling and then Im gonna ah-ah make her mine
Ooh Ill put my spell on her
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and nice profile pic.