All Blues歌词

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
Polish them rockets now, and swallow those pills
and sing... Space Lord Mutha
Huh! Uh huh
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
Well I shave off the pitch now in the scope of your tune
You‘ll sing... Space Lord Mutha
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
Built in my nightmares and using my name
You‘re stroking my cortex and you know I‘m insane
I‘m squeezed out and hung dry and drowning in love
Encompass them all to a position above
Well I sing... Space Lord Muth