Could you think of a better way   To be even scaring the sky away   And making me a part of this   Corner of meaningless darkness   Of course you could but I'd rather be   What I strive along for just to be   You love your country, love the strife   Relieve your cock on your beloved wife   But I'm playing a different tune   Cause I'm moving to the moon   But I'm not prepared to go against you   And fly and jump in your corruption stoop      And since while I'm around   I've got a few things to do   So I live on the mountain rock   And move along 'cause you're just   Dancing like a fish and I judge a cold      I can't imagine your wife using that to swallow.   But you see I'm gonna cum down a feminine's throat   In the surrealistic pain and wearing a coat   So I have space that you can't trace to carry my love   And you just have waste   And you just have waste...