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Comin back down from outer space
Cruisin through the city past the
bulldogs at the gates And all the
pretty girls burnin bulldog eyes
Glitter vinyl chalk-white smiles +
Comin back down from outer space
Praying for a miracle to add to our
mistakes The devil got the city but
the kiddies got away Hanging from
the fire escape Hello Ginsberg baby
You wanna take a ride? We'll cruise
the crush in style Where every
star's a light To guide us through
the night For every night we're too
far gone Comin back down from outerspace Mother's in the headlines
cause father's a disgrace And little
brother's prayin now to someone we
forgot And everything we left he got
Sister E won't you come save me? I
don't want to lie here no more Belly
fit to bursting but the thirsting
won't abate Smilin at the sewer
grate + The God's are in the pulpit
The fever's on its way We're looking
up to philistines and calling out
rude names And everyone's your lover
And your lover wants some food But
you can't speak or move + Comin back
down from outerspace Crashin through
the atmosphere and burnin up the
pace The gospel's on the T-shirt and
the seizures on its way |