Slip Thru your Splinter Cell,
administer the Compound
no Fixation,
leave you sick with the Viral Sound
Cue all those up,
while I hit you all at Point Blank
Mystery Machine,
hitting heavy as a Sherman Tank
Why you better chill,
when we Get Ill
Buy White Lightning,
smack The Creeps and,
Leave 'em with The Chill,
hear the Rock Babies
Up in my Flight Path,
I go mad crazy
Flying Serums that hit the Pac Man
who Rocks The House
take it from the top to the Pod jam
Up in the Fast Lane,
the Kerbcrawler
Bleep Bleep in my brain,
I had to call her
Ticket to Zardoz,
up inside the Satellites
Malfunction Funktion,
Naked Lunch and luncheon
Up in my Capsule,
take you to the Wormhole
Realise that you and I,
we're reaching the goal
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Follow my Lifespan
Audio Cat Scan
Rags to riches
tycoon to the trash can
Sick Note society
Feed them The Medicine
Saturate endorphins
Swimming through my head again
Space Crisis
where astronauts have never been
Beaten like a Punch Bag
but never given in
Bring the rhythm in
to shake all sections
We're coming to town
It's like a Resurrection
That's right don't need no Gasmask
Bacteria infection
The only cure is music
...and Watermelon
Beware the Alien Girls
and the Serum that they're selling
They'll bring the blue and white
sniffer dogs they're already smellin'
Livin in a sound maze
With numerous endings
Grow Bag for the blending
Hammerhead for the brain
With the vibe I'm sending
When I'm Taking my aim...
Taking my aim...
Taking my aim...