Vehiculum omniscopus
Takes the hos for a ride and says
"I got you, I got you in the car"
And the ghosts of lessons past
Grab on the rear where they prefer to struggle
Locked up in the boot
And slowly, I got you
I got you in the car
Becomes the mantra of a nation
The mantra of the nation
The rapist generation
So aim those lasers at the sky and fire away
There are no ghosts stalking space
There are no ghosts stalking space
Stalking space, stalking space
Stalking space, stalking space
Stalking space, oh
(But are there lasers in this)
In the moment a white van pulls up
And the stick of candy proffered up, up, up, up, up, up, up
Could you refuse?
Could you just wake up, up, up, up, up, up, up?
Those industrial cocks
Grow so rock hard for you
They're hard for you and all, all, all for you
Vintage oscillators
Your vintage oscillators
Your anal oscillator
So aim those lasers at the sky and fire away
There are no ghosts stalking space
There are no ghosts stalking space
Stalking space, stalking space
Stalking space, stalking space
Stalking space
It's only mud and rocks and shit
It's only mud and rocks and shit
It's only mud and rocks and shit
It's only mud and rocks and shit
It's only mud and rocks and shit
It's only mud and rocks and shit and that's it
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