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Space Lord - text

I've been stuffed in your pocket for the last hundred days
When I don't get my bath I take it out on the slaves
So grease up your baby for the ball on the hill
And polish them rockets now, and swallow those pills
And sing whoooa,

space-lord mother fucker

There's a car in the field now in a column of flame
With two doors to choose but only one bears your name
You've been drinking my blood well I've been licking your wounds
I'll shave off the pitch now in the scope of your tune
You'll sing whoooa

space-lord mother fucker

I left my throne a million miles away
I drink from your tit
I sing your blues every day
Now give me the strength
To split the world in two yeah
I ate all the rest and now I've gotta eat you

Well I sing whoooa
space-lord mother fucker
space-lord mother fucker
space-lord mother fucker
space-lord mother fucker

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