SATURN DRIVE - Alan Vega

Wild storm on Monday

A gray rain came

Touchin' infinity’s prison

The creature made a war

Take the plane to Saturn

Follow the Indian

Celebrate their comet

Lord knows Mr. Cheyenne

It’s a crucified photo

Of the wrong century

High practice soldiers

Kickin' down Eternity

Sun City delusions

Snake eyes knows for sure

Winning by confusion

It’s a losin' game

Saturn’s rings of reason

So’s a lonely street

Profits by the billions

Got the mornin' line

Momma’s future children

Buy bad machines

The computer knows nothin'

It’s feelin' sympathy

What price glory

It’s too much infinity

Take the plane to Saturn

Follow the Indian

Lookin' for that comet

Feel that fantasy

Fantasy

Fantasy

The creature’s nothin'

Just a stain on a wall

Death Row gets a window

Here comes Eternity

A million candelabras

Ya gotta have a scheme

Dr. Doom got a laser

It’s a time machine

That comet got religion

Some time yesterday

Yes, yesterday

Snake eyes

Layin' on the shore

That’s a losin' game

It’s on the lonely streets

I got that mornin' line, man

Yeah, what price glory?

There’s too much infinity

Take that plane to Saturn now

I feel like fantasy

Wild storm on Monday

A gray rain came

Touchin' infinity’s prison

The creature made a war

Take the plane to Saturn

Follow the Indian

Celebrate their comet

Lord knows Mr. Cheyenne

It’s a crucified photo

Of the wrong century

It’s the wrong one

It’s the wrong one

Open your eyes

Take that plane

Take that plane to Saturn

Fantasy

Fantasy

Fantasy