We've Got the Chemicals

We've got the chemicals
We've got the spaceship
We've got a hard on
For sexual relations
You are the cream
I am the crop
You are the scarecrow
With the mop on the top of your head
In the emerald city
You are instead, the boy,
The toy with golden sockets
The chemicals heroic & unleaded as the locket
I lost, the cost, is losing my lead
We've got the chemicals and in this metaphor
We end up dead, the fittingnest tomb
For the tome in my head

The fittingest tomb
For the tome in my head

We've got the chemicals
We've got the spaceship



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Bendell
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