Up!

If I clean my rocket we'll go flying today And we'll hit the pockets of warm and crispy air 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 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 If I clean my rocket, if I clean my rocket We'll hit the pockets If I clean my rocket, if I clean my rocket We'll hit the pockets If I clean my rocket, if I clean my rocket We'll hit the pockets If I clean my rocket, if I clean my rocket We'll hit the pockets