Center of the Sun

It's a jump to the left
And a step to the right
Through a hole in folded over space and time

Cause I'm leaving the home base
And I will be presumed MIA
In a Cobra MKVII hyper bound

They call me son of a gun
A privateer on the run
But its fine with me cause I'm heading for the center of the sun

With a cargo of counterfeit goods
Passing overgrown green backwoods
Where the gravitation makes it an endeavor

Through a vision of smoke
I can see that it's no joke
That the war we fight is going on forever

They call me son of a gun
A privateer on the run
But its fine with me cause I'm heading for the center of the sun

They call me son of a gun
A privateer on the run
But its fine with me cause I'm heading for the center of the sun

Center of the sun
Center of the sun
Center of the sun



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Andersson, Stefan Olofsson
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