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
