"Space Patrol, uh... I gotta be brief. I said 'cheese!' My elastic's all stretched out. She's a gas powered witch, over."
Space patrol It's out there I'd better get my pants back on My mom is coming over
Thought you knew it all along Thought you found your place, among sham saints and sinners both alike I'm not one to judge your kind Not the one to know
Take back the things that you said I think your taking this all wrong It seems some words got misread In the midst of the argumental words I hope you
Now look see whats been done You've lost all hope in trust Now words, they build and tear down with a hope that your so close but still not found Lean