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