Frentix, quafe, boosters in a seedy space bar
Kinda mix really well in a dead pilot star
If I feel like talking I'll never be wrong
If I feel like flying you'd best come along
I harden my shields, crank the boosts up high
Till my palms are wet and my cap is dry
I am looking for a mother that'll get me high
Just a stupid motherfucker if I die I die
Imma...
MIDNIGHT
SPACE FIGHT