Snakefinger
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[Private Universe]
[Verse 1]
Now’s the time to reverse
To your own private universe
Lock the door with the key
Of your own ingenuity
Now you stand on the sand
Of a strange other land
Face to face with another you
And you find you can be
Your own favourite divinity
[Verse 2]
Just like William Randolph Hearst
Bend your own private universe
[The Life On Nebulov]
[Verse 3]
Touchdown
All this, practically eviction, thee
Five, four
Thinking
Check into your fuelery[?]
[Verse 4]
Open the lock into the sphere
Into the air, you’re not the sphere
Into the mask of poison gas
That crawls around the ground
[Verse 5]
Close, sir
Feeling
Feeling the diseasing too
[Verse 6]
Back to the ship, push in the pin
Jiggle all the fat, outside within
So much for sport, not to report
So far return to base
[Verse 7]
Houston
Then, no longer life on Nebulov
I made
Life here seems the suit the sweet [?]
Private Universe / The Life On Nebulov was written by Snakefinger.
Private Universe / The Life On Nebulov was produced by Snakefinger & Eric Drew Feldman.