| We are on a spaceship, darling
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| Floating into outer-space
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| And I am worried about the taxman and what’s for tea
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| Moses spoke to a burning bush, without any LSD
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| The Romans might be naughty, but there’s disorder to be made
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| Men are at the country club
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| They’re looking at all your friends, and thinking about killing one of them
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| A subject to the hate we cause
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| Let the Mansons all run free
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| The people are all people, and they have a right to see
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| Because you’re worth it
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| Because you’re worth it
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| California meditates
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| Enough of them will set you free
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| And narcissism rules in a world of anxiety
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| Russia’s gonna call the bluff
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| America will lose their man
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| It’s nice to be ISIS when they’ve got plenty of friends
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| And still on that spaceship, charting
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| Getting fucking nowhere, honey
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| At least there’s a war we can all look forward too
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| And you know that they will come
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| Cheapies and rocket fuel
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| And Space Raider crisps and Buckfast for everyone
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| Because you’re worth it
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| Because you’re worth it
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| Because you’re worth it, darling
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| We’re all on a spaceship, darling
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| Floating into outer-space
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| When I am worried about the taxman, and what’s for tea
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| Because you’re worth it
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| Ah, ah, ah
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| Because you’re worth it |