Don’t ever say that I don’t treat you   Without enough of astro-voodoo   I drained myself into your jet fuel tank   But it might as well have been a snowbank      Bent over a rusty barrel   Living in this broken vessel   The only chance I have is make it like it’s special   Touch you like a pirate, try to make you tremble      Then you slap me with your tiny hands   And kiss me with your lips of sand   It blushes blood, into the bulb   And lights the sky      You’re always living in a vacuum   Behave like I am just a costume   Take off for the constellations   Whichever suits your masturbation      In space I’m going to build a station   Beside the one that you vacation on   And when you look across you’ll see me staring back and   You’ll know that we’re watching the same stars tonight      Then you slap me with your tiny hands   And kiss me with your lips of sand   It blushes blood, into the bulb   And lights the sky      Don’t poke at my greedy eyes   But in my prison cell I fantasize about just floating sweetly   Down into the space   You call   Your own      And then you slap me with your shaman hands   And kiss me with your lips of sand   It blushes blood, into the bulb   In a photon flood   And lights the sky