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 pistons as we perch upon Our razor Wings. Up to the planets, up to the bodies of The galaxy. We fly, we feed, we suck, we bleed, We need. If clean my rocket, we'll go flying Today. And we'll hit the pockets of warm and crispy Air. If 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. It feels 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. hit the pockets. If I clean My rocket. If I clean my rocket. We'll hit the pockets.