Spacetravel - Bush

They’re polishing the government

Resembles a last waltz

We are the playthings

We are the form

Soon it may come

Since we can rise

Too long since I’ve seen you

We move like satellites

My future lies

In space travel

She’s coming over me

They’re burning the tenements

Topless progressive thinking

Political holes

Got six but pray for seven

My future lies

In space travel

She’s coming over me

I employ spies

To stroll the gravel

They never want to leave

The future lies

The future lies

Scared of the government scared of the government

The future lies

In space travel

There’s someone after me

I employ spies

In silver tassels

The never seem that pleased

The future lies

The future lies (space)

The future lies

The future lies (space)

The future lies

The future lies (space travel)

The future lies (space travel)