Lyrics

Androids on morphine System malfuntioning In space I float I'm a ghost, I'm a ghost Major Tom is dead He put a gun to his head And so it seemed His blood boiling One twelve nineteen ninety-two If the parents knew how it would grow A baby cries A scared little child Speaking in tongues Illusion in gibberish The pilots out of it What can you make of this Mouth I foam I won't go, I won't go Help me I'm calling And I'm out here all alone In this hell that I call home And I will pray When something wicked comes my way