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I got a space hopper, baby
But it's strictly one-seater
You got to hold on, baby
To my special features

Gonna ride, gonna ride, gonna ride, gonna ride with you
Gonna ride, gonna ride, gonna ride, gonna ride with you
 
They laugh, they make money
He's got a gold watch
She's got a silk dress and healthy breasts
That bounce on his Italian leather sofa
 
Come on, crawl
Come on, crawl
Get on out there on your hands and knees, baby
Crawl all over me
Just like the spider on the wall
Ooh, we gon' crawl, one more
 
Empty spaces, what are living for?
Abandoned places, I guess we know the score
On and on,
Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero, another mindless crime,
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line
Does anybody want to take it anymore
 
Standing alone as my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast how
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue tied and twisted just an earth bound misfit, I
 
"Hello soldier boy,"
oh boy, shes spewing out her propaganda, propaganda
Might makes right, though you're wrong,
you're right to fight her propaganda, propaganda, propaganda

"Come to our side", she does say
"Come on over", she does say
Well I don't need more
Competition for
Her affection
You should fight on
Fight on
Over there
 
i can't promise that i'll grow those wings, or keep this tarnished halo shined
but i'll never betray your trust, angel mine.
 
‘Cause in my head there's a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
Where they're far more suited than here
 
I was gruntled when it was just feet on gravel
To have come apart, I must have once been raveled
 
Don't stop me now
I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time
Just give me a call
 
Think about the places we've had our little fun
In the church at Christmas, busted by that nun
Then in that museum, beneath the Mastodon
Stating our positions on the White House lawn
 
You see, birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the last second
I can see their dead weight
Just dropping like stones
Or small loaves of bread
Past my window all the time
 
I got a job, working construction
For the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain't been much work
On account of the economy

Now all them things that seemed so important
Well, mister, they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember
Mary acts like she don't care
 
Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times
 
If I could make it right
I'd make it right now
If I could make it right
Oh, I'd make it right now
I know I have to leave
But it hurts so much
Just knowing that my love
Might never be enough
 
I'll tip my hat at the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
 
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