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 cuz 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 come 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...