I want to fly away
flyaway there
these clips on my wing
the pain of my vice
melt away; they are made of wax
it burns me slight,
the fire I light,
and burns my Virgin legs.
and while I leave,
the auto
pilot
shall make a great excuse
while I flyaway
flyaway
flyaway there
and glide off
into space somewhere.
they haven’t noticed I was gone yet,
I guess it’s fine to go.
I stick to this earth with my massive mass,
and I look back to home sometimes
but until the Intergalactic Space Police find and catch me
it’s way out here I’ll stay
and until the native
mothership
collects her native
dues
I’ll stay way out here in space
fighting lonely native
astronaut
nightmare
blues.