Vandals (The)
Little Weirdo
The little weirdo down the street Says he's building a rocket ship from household items
So we can't find him
Igloo cooler and some gasoline
Soil samples and some magazines
For the long ride home
Set the controls for the farthest star
And fly away, little weirdo
No one here is gonna miss you much
But I wish you luck on your trip
Run away
Fly away, fly away
Planet Earth never offered much
Just culture shock and a lot of strange looks
From the native assholes
Ground control, there's no one there
We haven't heard a word from his intertsllar patio chair
Little weirdo left today
He says we're doomed
But from his view it's so beautiful
From Letras Mania