Outer Space

We can’t afford to lie down

We can’t afford to lie down anymore

Walking with our heads down

We can’t afford to play this anymore

Forward is a motion

Sailing into outer space

So is you is or is you aint my baby

All kinds of funny – flick –

Yellow brick paving

Sail away on our dream – float

Slick – shifty – shady – clearly – plainly off the table

Small kings weighing in one away from all fronts on all maybe’

One away from basically – that’s all I’m saying – although fffffunnily enough, one may as well be whistling Dixie

Pixie gods marching whole nations down the garden path to war

More or less is less is more is what

I can’t spell it

Life developing without the back bone – fish, bread, guts, head, bed, legs, fact, song

Buttons, gluttons, badges, gadgets

Economic miracles’

Trickle down picking’

Cash for crops for crops for cash for God for God only knows

Moses if your listening

Men biting off mens’ noses

Where does one go with that

The entrails of babies left on the battlefield turned into silk purses

And you want me to what – stick a sock in it

Clock down into tick tock with the cloned masses

Not a single chance

How are you fixed for spuds Mrs?