Space Cadet

Tragic, not everything that happens is magic
But her bike's equipped with a basket
Head in the clouds
And her eyes are dilated like a young kid on acid
And I can't even wait til, the smell of cotton candy goes away
Used to live on the bay, now its tons of guns on the MLK

Should've popped her balloons
like lawn chair larry
She's flying so high its her sanctuary
Rocket in her pocket
haven't noticed yet
she's a space cadet!

She's a faker, always shakin her money maker
Thoughts seem as pure as a quaker
Lives like a cartoon,
Sleeps like an angel but somebody should wake her
Save the earth don't be cocky,
With your effervescent vitamins and coffee
She's a rock squasher, peeling your retina with a pressure washer

Should've popped her balloons
like lawn chair larry
She's flying so high its her sanctuary
Rocket in her pocket
haven't noticed yet
she's a space cadet!

Roll out of bed and put my slippers on my feet
Hair of the dog while my brain cells weep
Rollercoaster, burn you like a toaster
Leave you sweating like a dilettante jokester
What happened to the buddha, the orphan
The boozer, the waltzer and roadside attraction
Swallow with one big gulp
Brushing her teeth with some strawberry pulp
Always singing "don't let me down"
Happy endings baby, all over town
Maker's mark, the spot, vegetation, is meat your crop?
Looking like raggedy anne, eyes are bigger than a frying pan
Serve me up some forbidden fruit,
She's got the ammunition and you know she will shoot, yeah

Should've popped her balloons
like lawn chair larry
She's flying so high its her sanctuary
Rocket in her pocket
haven't noticed yet
she's a space cadet!

(By: Zack Walters; Rookus Publishing, BMI)



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Writer(s): Zack Walters
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