| Rockets Are Red |
|---|
| Why don’t you go make yourself |
| Yeah, why don’t I? |
| There’s something missing |
| Hey Mr. Tough |
| Mr. Baby |
| Anyway you want it |
| (Make it stick) |
| Like Candy |
| This baby’s bone dry |
| Some say… |
| Shit just don’t arrive |
| Some things just don’t arrive |
| Some hits just don’t arrive |
| (Yeah, here we go) |
| 'Cause Rockets are Red |
| Rockets are Red |
| Babies are blue |
| How do you feel |
| And how do you feel |
| What kind of question is that |
| Every goddamn time |
| It’s the same |
| Every goddamn time |
| At the top we spin |
| It don’t mean nothing |
| At the top we spin |
| (Just to feel a lil' bit more alive) |
| What to expect |
| Something different? |
| What do you expect |
| Where’s all the babies gone? |
| Have a look she says |
| «I'm not crazy |
| (but I’m trying)» |
