If I clean my rocket we'll go flying today   And we'll hit the pockets of warm and crispy air   If I clean my rocket we'll go flying today   And we'll hit the pockets of warm and crispy air      Oh, you lovely boy, you smell so sweet, we ride so well   And we load our pistols as we perch upon my razor wings   Up to the planets, up to the bodies of the galaxy   We fly, we feed, we suck, we bleed, we need      If I clean my rocket we'll go flying today   And we'll hit the pockets of warm and crispy air   If I clean my rocket we'll go flying today   And we'll hit the pockets of warm and crispy air      Oh, we flee the scene of our little crime, we feel so free   But the hounds of law they bite our heels as we retreat   Up to the planets, up to the bodies of the galaxy   We fly, we feed, we suck, we bleed, we need      If I clean my rocket, if I clean my rocket   We'll hit the pockets   If I clean my rocket, if I clean my rocket   We'll hit the pockets      If I clean my rocket, if I clean my rocket   We'll hit the pockets   If I clean my rocket, if I clean my rocket   We'll hit the pockets