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Breaker, breaker 1 9I'm in outer space with a microphoneClean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down)Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down)Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down)The like me nowIn a nightgown a tin foil hatJourney in a world we destroyed and attackedMommy wants you to give her lubricant oiled backThe dirt farm hands kick dust skinned soiledBlack radicals packageble wrappedable shackled in padded roomsAnd acting like a bag in a wombCan't we all just get along... stick and beat the shit out of each other with it? HaRide the rhythm like the women who ain't even trying to win if the prize is a ribbonThese are the times that we live in when opportunity knocks only to be notified of evictionI called the public housing authority and let them know there's a new sheriff in town Now they're calling me the space manI wasn't scared to die until the government cut my air supplyClean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down)Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down)Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down)The like me nowA pipe bomb up my sleeveA secret hand shake like you wouldn't believeNow peep the landscapes and take a good look at the treesIt's get pretty lonesome around these parts so bring a good book to readSongtexteSingle celled amoebas evolved into simpletons who started singing "Jingle Bells" for JesusKnock to knocker, teaching Jesus brings Cause the Bibles a good read like Steven King's "Rings And Things"So many wasted nights cuddling with shadow people who couldn't wait to be replaced by the lightTake your life as a joke, hey Phife , gravity don't floatTell Natalie it's over, cause I found a new cold shoulder to die onShe signs on and finds me within one click of an iconMy god has it come to this?I'm the space man and you're a filthy fucking bitchClean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down)Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down)Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down)The like me nowWhite lies don't count like my vote, a type of guess without a message to promoteWhen asian women get drunk they felt or they flew but they don'tWhat the hell do I know beyond the harmful contents of coke?Take a sip and think destructive, my opponent wants to fuck to live beyond the momentShe's a pill called "Easy Killer" there she goes again in my sleepy sliverSneaky ain't she? I knew her steez she reps resent with no regretWith a dream catchers grow on trees I leave to collect all my thoughts, when they say they'll cover me it just means they'll forget their walletsI was built with a til tinted beam on a scale of 1 - 10 your a double digital guilt machineSilk screened and pegged leggedable pirated radio dj with a parrot that acts a loofYour Annie Difranco shaped hats and moose my blind side is hooked up to ideas with some carrot juiceThere's ain't no such thing as rap music, I'm the space man, get used to it, stupidUp wipe me downClean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down)Clean me up, wipe me down (wipe me down)The like me now Aus Songtexte Mania