I've been thinkin’ about goin’
Goin’ to Mars this afternoon
But I really don't know yet
If I'll be able to afford this trip
I'd really like to travel to Saturn
But this is only for the wealthy bastards, you know
So, what's the deal about giant rings?
I'd rather skate on Mars’ hills
I've been thinkin’ about havin’
Havin’ a baby with my son
But we haven't decided yet
Which of us will be the child's mother?
My daughter loves those orgasm pill candies
I told her not to swallow many of them at once
She could flow in her little toy car
But she's not into these ordinary things
I had this six hundred years old friend
Well, last week he died in a rocket crash
But I found out some doctors froze his brain
Soon he'll be back in a pre-fabricated body
Diet ganja makes me have a terrible headache
I'd rather smell stone vapors for my spiritual strength
Oh God, our science is still so primitive
They still can't bring dinosaurs to life
