Sad sad monster
Turn those horns up
Burn the back roads
Find your way out
Troubled love life
Give the gift of
Yourself
To the dark.
Ground control to lost soul
Ground control to lost soul
If you copy
Come in lost soul
Come in lost soul
We lost contact,
Abort Mission
We lost contact
Don't these dead streets back you into bad corners
Curbs crumble once you park yeah I saw them (sit down)
Parking meters overdue, violation goes unnoticed
Out of all of those who try to travel off road you come the closest
I grant you this toast (this toast)
for all of those who showed promise and never made one that broke
I salute you
I never meant to lose you but I know this road don't go where it used to
I got a map that looks a lot like your veiny arms
It ain't to scale but the details the names of the songs
And this one is called Careful Fight Blues
A manipulative twist I think that Manson might have used (ooh)
But poor musicians come a dime a dozen
And you're the egg man a flash in the pan and your yolk is running
Who broke that hard outer covering
Some chick in your mix you couldn't level with
Headless horsemen come the suffering
Go the direction
Following air currents but it was my drift you're supposed to be catching
Fishnets collect dust in stagnant water
Haven't heard back from you since the gag order
Pussycat got your tongue?
Pick it up up up up up up up (end communication)
Ground control to lost soul
Ground control to lost soul
If you copy
Come in lost soul
Come in lost soul
We lost contact,
Abort Mission
We lost contact
Bad, bad actor. Flip that script now. Come on!
You cock. Bust my shit! Woaaah!
You
You're a lint ball who moves on the whim of the wind
Confused flexible movement for freedom
(That ain't free)
If the walls you keep bouncing off of keep closing in
There's only so much time before your rhythm gets broken
I can hear it speeding up before we lost signal
It caused a ripple effect
Rings on the radar would intersect
Now your fingers are off limits
I can't hold your hand longer than your attention span
The two way street we're supposed to meet on
It's a one-way dead end
You're some of my best friends press send.
Where are the doughnuts you've been lost inside
Tow trucks you've been forced to ride
Holdups at the border line
Customs will confiscate costumes, eat my dust
We get exhausted force-fed by car fumes
I can't afford the duty tax so expensive
Come off your head trip and visit where your old friends live
You're sensitive like the time (critical)
You swore to God on a lie and didn't die (you're invincible)
Kiss the pavement
Make love while cars spin
Be careful when the unsafe sex-parade comes a-marchin'
They've got full body condoms to carry you off in
I wish I told you that while we were still talking
Ground control to lost soul
Ground control to lost soul
If you copy
Come in lost soul
Come in lost soul
We lost contact,
Abort Mission
We lost contact
[Live performance sample]
I'm a motherfucking Bill O'Reilly of this hip hop shit!
I want you to give it up for my DJ No Spin Zone!
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