The baby can

talk to me

in his hand

he holds the future

a broken key

that fits tomorrow

all welomce to new world city



Just a friend

A rotten kid



Now a man

H lives in venus

Not the palce

You remember 

The milky war

Killed the race

That won the price

All of Space



Just a friend

A rotten kid



He's trying

to get me 

in trouble

for lying

I think he's

Plotting and planting

Flowers in my

Head

In my head



Just a friend

A rotten kid