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if i clean my rocket, we'll go flying today, and we'll hit the pockets, of warm and crispy air, oh you lovely boy you smell so sweet, we ride so well, and we load our pistols as we perch upon, my razor wings, up to the planets up to the bodies of the galaxy, we fly we feed we suck we bleed we need. if i clean my rocket, we'll go flying today, and we'll hit the pockets, of warm and crispy air, oh we flee the scene of our little crime, we feel so free, but the hounds of law they bite our heels, as we retreat, up to the planets up to the bodies, of the galaxy we fly we feed we suck we bleed we need.