The baby can
talk to me
in his hand
he holds the future
a broken key
that fits tomorrow
all welomce to new world city

Just a friend
A rotten kid

Now a man
H lives in venus
Not the palce
You remember
The milky war
Killed the race
That won the price
All of Space

Just a friend
A rotten kid

He's trying
to get me
in trouble
for lying
I think he's
Plotting and planting
Flowers in my
Head
In my head

Just a friend
A rotten kid