Space Lord

Album: Powertrip (1998)
Charted: 45
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  • I've been stuffed in your pocket for the last hundred days
    When I don't get my bath I take it out on the slaves
    So grease up your baby for the ball on the hill
    And polish them rockets now, and swallow those pills
    And sing whoa, space-lord mother mother

    There's a car in the field now in a column of flame
    With two doors to choose but only one bears your name
    You've been drinking my blood well I've been licking your wounds
    I'll shave off the pitch now in the scope of your tune
    You'll sing whoa space-lord mother mother

    I left my throne a million miles away
    I drink from your tit
    I sing your blues every day
    Now give me the strength
    To split the world in two yeah
    I ate all the rest and now I've gotta eat you

    Well I sing

    Built in my nightmares and using my name
    You're stroking my cortex and you know I'm insane
    I'm squeezed out in hump drive and drowning in love
    Encompass them all to a position above
    And sing whoa space-lord mother mother

    I left my throne a million miles away
    I drink from your tit
    I sing your blues every day
    Now give me the strength
    To split the world in two yeah
    I ate all the rest and now I've gotta eat you

    Well I sing whoa space-lord mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa

    I lost my soul when I fell to earth
    My planets called me to the void of my birth
    The time has come for me to kill this game
    Now open wide and say my name

    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother
    Whoa space-lord mother mother Writer/s: David Wyndorf
    Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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