歌词
Getting kinda greedy
Need a space needle
Stick it straight through the crust
Suck up all the magma
Put it in a bag-ma
And blow it through your brains till you bust
Where oblivion is beckoning
Where the fire furn(?) is reckoning
Getting kinda famished with all this talk of famine
I could(?) survive on bread alone
Gimme me space needle so I don't wanna wheedle
I need these planets close to my bone
Where oblivion is beckoning
Where the fire furn(?) is reckoning
Getting kinda nervous the way ellipses curve us
It's a mystery to me we don't fall
Where's my space needle?
I wanna a little ??
I wanna wish good luck to you all
Where oblivion is beckoning
Where the fire furn(?) is reckoning