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 pistols as we perch upon my razor wings

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 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, we flee the scene of our little crime, we feel 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

We'll hit the pockets

If I clean my rocket, if I clean my rocket

We'll hit the pockets