| I’ve been stuffed in your pocket for the last hundred days
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| When I don’t get my bath I take it out on the slaves
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| So grease up your baby for the ball on the hill
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| Polish them rockets now, and swallow those pills
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| and sing… Space Lord Mother
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| Huh! |
| Uh huh
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| There’s a car in the field now in a column of flame
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| With two doors to choose but only one bears your name
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| You’ve been drinking my blood well I’ve been licking your wounds
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| I’ll shave off the pitch now in the scope of your tune
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| You’ll sing… Space Lord Mother
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| I left my throne a million miles away
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| I drink from your tit
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| I sing your blues every day
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| Now give me the strength
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| To split the world in two yeah
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| I ate all the rest and now I’ve gotta eat you
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| Well I sing
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| Built in my nightmares and using my name
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| You’re stroking my cortex and you know I’m insane
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| I’m squeezed out in hump drive and drownin’in love
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| Encompass them all to a position above
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| Well I sing… Space Lord Mother
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| I left my throne a million miles away
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| I drink from your tit
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| I sing your blues every day
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| Now give me the strength
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| To split the world in two yeah
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| I ate all the rest and now I’ve gotta eat you
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| Well I sing… Space Lord Mother
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| I lost my soul when I fell to earth
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| My planets called me to the void of my birth
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| The time has come for me to kill this game
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| Now open wide and say my name
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| Space Lord Mother |