I can have my cherries and you can have you real

And we can screw in lava 'till the gods lick at our heels

We were born in oil a million years ago

And we can push the buttons of the come that makes us go

Makes us go, makes us go, makes us go



When I spoke with Saturn, he told me I was gone

But I can't lick eruption when my pulls tells me it's strong There's a tiny

little monkey, he lives inside my head

He whispers on your mind in sleeps and tucks you into bed

In your bed, in your bed, in your bed



I can smell invasion, red excited mind

I can see a general dropping into flaming pines



We just plugged forever, we just saved the day

Kiss your little self for me, everything's ok

It's ok, it's ok, it's ok



Aaaah...



It's ok, it's ok, it's ok