Lyrics SATURN DRIVE - Alan Vega

SATURN DRIVE

Wild storm on Monday
A gray rain came
Touchin' infinity’s prison
The creature made a war
Take the plane to Saturn
Follow the Indian
Celebrate their comet
Lord knows Mr. Cheyenne
It’s a crucified photo
Of the wrong century
High practice soldiers
Kickin' down Eternity
Sun City delusions
Snake eyes knows for sure
Winning by confusion
It’s a losin' game
Saturn’s rings of reason
So’s a lonely street
Profits by the billions
Got the mornin' line
Momma’s future children
Buy bad machines
The computer knows nothin'
It’s feelin' sympathy
What price glory
It’s too much infinity
Take the plane to Saturn
Follow the Indian
Lookin' for that comet
Feel that fantasy
Fantasy
Fantasy
The creature’s nothin'
Just a stain on a wall
Death Row gets a window
Here comes Eternity
A million candelabras
Ya gotta have a scheme
Dr. Doom got a laser
It’s a time machine
That comet got religion
Some time yesterday
Yes, yesterday
Snake eyes
Layin' on the shore
That’s a losin' game
It’s on the lonely streets
I got that mornin' line, man
Yeah, what price glory?
There’s too much infinity
Take that plane to Saturn now
I feel like fantasy
Wild storm on Monday
A gray rain came
Touchin' infinity’s prison
The creature made a war
Take the plane to Saturn
Follow the Indian
Celebrate their comet
Lord knows Mr. Cheyenne
It’s a crucified photo
Of the wrong century
It’s the wrong one
It’s the wrong one
Open your eyes
Take that plane
Take that plane to Saturn
Fantasy
Fantasy
Fantasy