Above there is no ending
For the vodka-spinning Mir
All that is is passing
And now is never here
So keep on raging
You frenzied pioneers
No time for the wringing of hands
Strange faced ambassadors, strike up the band
Bust out that Dom Pérignon
Johnnie Walker Red on that fairway lawn
Remember tripping on the fourth of July?
Exploding octopuses in disguise?
They picked you up and then they never let you down
Everyone's forgiven in the land of Pleasant Living now
Yuri Gagarin
Sends his kindest regards
How those Yankees doing?
Still rock and roll and fancy cars?
But on to pressing matters
Such as the gluttony of the starving stars
No time for the wringing of hands
Strange faced ambassadors, strike up the band
Bust out that Dom Pérignon
Johnnie Walker Red on that fairway lawn
Remember tripping on the fourth of July?
Exploding octopuses in disguise?
They picked you up and then they never let you down
Everyone's forgiven in the land of Pleasant Living now
They picked you up and then they never let you down
Everyone's forgiven in the land of Pleasant Living now
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