James Morasco

We're leaving for outer space today
And I can't take any of my friends
Because they took off all their space suits
Back in seventh grade, growing up never ends
We're leaving and we're not coming back
We've got fuel to carry us one way
Sorry to everyone left behind
Maybe I'll see you again one day

So we're taking off, taking off, taking off, taking off

Before we left our lives were boring
And now we're falling into the sun
Now we're chasing the greatest glory
We made it, dead or alive we've won
We'll be long gone before they find us
Skeletons floating in garbage shot
Off into the black, but don't worry
Our memories aren't just an afterthought

Our skin rotting off, rotting off, rotting off, rotting off

The best of luck to all of you who've
Decided to become movie stars
Or accountants or doctors or cops
Or mechanics fixing cars
Goodbye, my friends, I'll be sure to send
A postcard when I get where I'm headed
Sadly, I think Jupiter's mailman
James Marasco is already dead

So please remember me as I was
Smiling and putting on my helmet
And as always, just tell my mother
If she asks you, tell her not to fret

So we're taking off, taking off, taking off, taking off
And dead or alive we've won, we've won