Rocket

Primitive Radio Gods

Rocket, rocket, the skins like the sun like the red colored one that they call my

Rocket, rocket, that some ancient tune that invented the moon and the stars

Now that I've found you I'm learning the sound to explain how you are

I'm a soul…Built on reactions and fatal attractions and phony hopes



Rocket, rocket, the flowers of death and the gin-tainted breath of don juan

Rocket, rocket, the people should know that the radar won't show where you are

Now that I've found you I'm learning the sound to explain how you are

I'm a soul…Built on reactions and fatal attractions and phony hopes



Rocket my soul, swallow me whole, the rocket begins

Rocket you know, when I explode, the rocket song ends



Rocket, rocket, this deep outer space to replace what you reach from within

Rocket, rocket, the message to millions who don't understand what you're told

Now that I've found you I'm learning the sound to explain how you are

I'm a soul…Now that I've found you this song is about to

Now that I've found you this song is about to

Now that I've found you this song is a sound on your stereo



Rocket my soul, swallow me whole, the rocket begins

Rocket you know, when I explode, the rocket song ends

Rocket you sought, whether or not, the air was too thin

Wherever you go, rocket you know, that I'll be your friend



Submitted by Michael Hack