Ganymede

I think I'll run away to Tel Aviv Or maybe Ganymede Go off and start a 1 man colony Won't worry about the 1st and the 15th My body might actually belong to me And not some palm oil monopoly No waiting around for WW3 Or another billionaire to tell me That I owe it to god and country To ship off and kill kids that look just like me There's something off About this star crossed rock Strap in and blast off I'll get lost in the stars How's Pluto looking this time of year? Love an underdog, I'll fit right in there Or was it the underworld, I can't remember But where I'm going no landlords may enter This is my house, my domain No tourism, no private planes No single use plastics, no ad campaigns Just sweet nothingness forever The same There's something off About this star crossed rock Strap in and blast off I'll get lost in the stars Maybe I'll catch a ride on Icarus Asteroid or meteor, never knew the difference Please just excuse my ignorance But I need to get in some considerable distance Because god, my god, I hate it here Can't picture another geocentric year Tarred and feathered, I'll fly straight past the sun and disappear I'll disappear I want to go I want to fly I want to believe there's a better place So why can't I?