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(D. Wyndorf)
I 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 a ball on the hill
Polish them rockets now and swallow those pills
And say...spacelord mother mother
There's a car in the field now in a collar of flame
With two doors to choose, but only one bears your name
You been drinkin' my blood, well I been lickin' your wounds
Well, I shave of the pish now and scope your tomb
You'll say...spacelord mother mother
I left my throne a million miles away
I drink from your tit, I've seen the booze everyday
Now give me the strength to split the world in two, yeah
I ate all the rest and now I gotta eat you
Well I say......
Built in my nightmares and using my name
You strove of my cortex when ya know I'm insane
I squeezed out and harmed a child and I drowned it in love
Then conquered some more to a position above
And say...spacelord mother mother
I left my throne a million miles away
I drink from your tit, I've seen the booze everyday
Now give me the strength to split the world in two, yeah
I ate all the rest and now I gotta eat you
Well I say...spacelord mother mother
I lost my soul when I fell to Earth
My planets call me to the void of my birth
The time has come for me to kill this game
Now open wide and say my name...spacelord mother mother
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