Woorden: The Flaming Lips. Telepathic Surgery. Drug Machine In Heaven.

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Every time that we fly together
Our plane blows up in the sky
We're workin' in an explosives factory
Cause we don't care if we die

Everything, everything, everything that I wish
Give us a 20th century jesus guy
And he could make us rich

You've known me for a million years
And I've been chewed up by all your gears
I don't wanna be no one else
I like it here, 'cause I like hell.