And The Wind Doth Blow My Mind

Making Absent, My Sense Of Time

I Must Confess, I'm Upset

Growing Old I Start To Fret



I Lick Nipples Of All The Girls

All Done Up In Golden Curls

I Stick Pickles In All The Girls

All Lined Up To Serve The World



Chorus: Mr. Spaceman Don't Steal My Brain, Your Laser Eyes Are Driving Me Insane



Verse2: While Superman Is Riding His Bike

All The Children Begin To Cry

Reeves Has Told A Terrible Lie

For This Injustice He'll Surely Fry



Roses Blooming In The Morning Sun

Stepping On God For Extra Height

As I'm Reaching For My Gun

And Preparing For A Fight



Chorus2: Mr. Spaceman Keep Your Robots Away, Their Metal Hands Will Crush My Head Just Like Clay