Well, here's a little story I got to tell About my Father up in Heaven whom you know so well But let me start off by settin' the record straight from
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's cool and all but I want you to try this one, let's go, don't worry... [Chorus:] Get ready, pop it, let's go, enter galactic you and me, enter galactic
away your daughters, don't stand in front of me Take away your young boys, I know where I'm supposed to be Don't ask me to tell you about galactic love
exctatic I want to be synthetic I got my anesthetic Cause I'm extra genetic 9d galactic center
they let us know? What the photos show The evidence is obvious that there exists another form of Intelligence but mankind just afraid to face themselves The Great Galactic
I get by in a different way I get by in this life in a different way I get by in a different way. I get high in a different way I've got hope to cope
Somebody shot me with their arrow Somebody thinks that I can't see But I've been wise to their manipulation So I'll just plant my feet and never leave
Come along with us/ Tourists on an Omnibus Sit beside great might have beens, explorers of the cosmic trick Jewels of heavenly magic in violent starry
Tear drops of sorrow beating down upon my chest For never knowing the true meaning of success Genius and a rebel are the ways that you're perceived But
Yesterday I planted seeds (In the ground, beneath my feet) Golden fields were flowing free (circles) Today I look, what could it be (What's this here
I knew a man with dirty hands he blamed it all on me. He tried to sue my point of view 'Cause he wants it all for free. Got no wigwam To call his own
Like the bristles through your hair The memories flowing through the air Now comes a time to reminisce Excitement of the virgin kiss You were so hard
What to expect? I do not know Will it be the end? Or just a crushing blow? Should I heed the word on the 9th of June? Will the Lord come back? Will it
It's not me messin' with your life Givin' you the trouble and strife Blame it on my evil twin Cheatin' at the game Not responsible for all your pain
I should've seen it comin' should've seen the signs Seems that there's a break in our communication lines You haven't heard me talkin' for a long long
Looks like now the Beatles weren't so bad Mr. Manson makes the Four look fab 'Cause death and evil is what sells today And Walter Disney's spinnin' in
Take a trip, step outside Of this fishbowl life Voice recalls, ceramic youth In pots of broken truth I feel the rage Comin' off of the stage I feel the
