Lyrics

Roll call, blast off, into the sinking
Pandemic tar pit of idiot thinking
Fourth day rabies calling me out now
Take me, baby, I'm good for a quick plough

We pocket rocket to lava eleven
You think us foreign but we true denizen
We got the symptom if you got want to spend
And you can't win, but you can always pretend

Castigate my fork tongue
Even though you want some
Here there's no last dance
Just Rest Stop stall romance
Oh God, I been drinking more than I can swallow
I can't tell if these tears are from laughter or sorrow

We pocket rocket to lava eleven
You think us foreign but we true denizen
We got the symptom if you got want to spend
And you can't win, but you can always pretend

We pocket rocket to lava eleven
You think us foreign but we true denizen
We got the symptom if you got want to spend
And you can't win, but you can always pretend

Open propulsion explosion
Open propulsion explosion
Open propulsion explosion
Open propulsion explosion

(Boom)