Cosmonauts

I've had enough of strangers, I've not had enough to do
I've had enough of Celtic, had enough of Rangers too
Had lots of acceptance, of the things I say I do
But there's not enough acceptance for me to accept a cunt like you

And you built yourself an empire
And you built yourself a home
Now these things you build around you now
Pretty soon they'll all be gone

By the window of my bedroom
My thoughts go racing to the moon
Up there they play with asteroids
And a few ambitious hot air balloons
But all you're thoughts are grounded
Flightless without a clue
And you got cleared for lift off
That's a mistake I'm pretty sure

And you built yourself an empire
And you built yourself a home
Now these things you build around you now
Pretty soon they'll all be gone

When you build yourself an empire
You shouldn't build it on the muck
You didn't build with good foundations
So now it's all gone to fuck

From the window of my bedroom
from my new home on the moon
I can see your empire falling
It's not a moment too fucking soon