Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Space Pt. 5, artist - Farm FreshDate of issue: 31.03.2005
Song language: English
Space Pt. 5 |
| It’s all true, everything on the network |
| Call you as a source to confirm |
| Fall through, the cracks to forget you |
| Who knew, the truth was a worm |
| And it’s out there, about face, attitude straight lace |
| Fast pace, fear that results in a rat race |
| We need space |
| We need to reboot |
| We need to breath |
| Or even see to |
| An attitude not about a house and a guest pool |
| A system that doesn’t keep electing a fool |
| I’m suspecting a stool as I smell a dirty rat |
| I’m running out of fuel, few have even heard of that |
| Your tires go flat, can’t start the SUV |
| Thank me, send blame to Kathy Lee |
| In the form of poison arrows |
| Who burnt a thousand barrels |
| From the house in the hill to sing you Christmas carols |
| In a bare old studio |
| Hair all pretty though |
| Enough surgery, we’re immune to growing old |
| We need space |
| Need to grow up |
| At this pace |
| Sure to blow up |
| Not the nice way with |
| Lack of sight, head lice and disease |
| Finally, brought twice to his knees |
| Take his wife then thieve as they please |
| When the underworld rises to claim what’s art |
| When the ground shuts down and it’s so damn cold |
| When the credit card companies finally fold |
| When the crops call it quits and the panic takes hold |
| When civilization breaks the mold |
| When living to 30 makes you old |
| We’ll need space |
| Space |
| You might as well say goodnight to your life |
| Like you had gone and fucked with Suge Knight’s wife |
| The light’s right |
| At the perfect setting |
| Live so high like we can land in the netting |
| Wetting and shitting the bed |
| Sleeping |
| The problem’s us, it’s the company we’re keeping |
| It’s what we’re eating |
| Our brain’s filthy |
| We take Sunday off to feel guilty |
| To feel fear |
| But it’s all here |
| Looking at the sky hoping Jesus will appear |
| With a tear |
| And gas leave a terrible taste |
| And the bomb shelter’s an unbearable space |
| We need space! |
| Quit crowding me |
| The Unibomber, you would be proud of me |
| People running, screaming, fleeing their home |
| Seeing flesh dripping off the bone |
| Kicked off the throne, no political advisers |
| The cops all pop tranquilizers |
| Geysers and hurricanes it gets worse |
| Ain’t no Superman to fly the Earth in reverse |
| I need space! |
| Aaaaah that’s what I’m seeking out |
| All these people are freaking me out |
| My gun a must with my back to the wall |
| I don’t trust anybody, family and all |
| On my feet, I don’t crawl |
| I need space! |
| Ain’t no more surgeons to fix your face |
| Freeze dry my corpse and send it to space |
| We’re so close to the end of the race |
| Space |