Colonize the Moon

I threw my hands in the heavens, I own what I touch This world's big enough for the both of us, but for me it's not enough So I gotta colonize the moon Colonize the moon (x9) [Verse 1] If you were here for the last song about world leaders and street fashion We bent the truth quite a bit, and would like to announce the following redaction First, my homie didn't die violently but he died of laughter Binge drinking on diet Shasta He slipped and fell down the fire ladder, but why does that matter Second, I don't make money like an NFL runningback If I could really turn a jack-o-lantern into a sports car Why's my driveway look like a pumpkin patch Third, I'm not that leftist I ditched that ultraviolet lambast With a code of silence that co-pilots militarized unmanned craft And fourth, your hair fuels life 'Til the moral standards became puree paste Could've stripped us open with ? to the cavalcade's birthday cakes And fifth, I don't think the country's run by blackened hellions My business practices are Machiavellian And a room for my throne of jagged skeleton And six, I do recruiter overreaching my locals on every Mars rover With cure coats for cart-holders and product placement where your charted lobes were And seventh, I can't agree with philanthropy of tycoons Cause this money ain't made for saving children It's to help me colonize the moon [Hook] Colonize the moon (x4) So I gotta Colonize the moon (x5) [Verse 2] If you were here for the last song about world leaders and street fashion We bent the truth like so, and would like to announce the following redaction First, I think all your primitive poises are a pantomime's slow wank That's why I greet 'em all with "atta boy", just a data point in the phone bank Second, I do want your idea of new success to be crude at best So when you hit those pratfalls insured by past laws It won't be something even you can detect Third, I do admit that sexual appetites conflict with ambition But it's important that my life resemble Pimp C fan fiction And fourth, I can assume the standing of finger point at an unfaithful man When I'm a dog who feeds on excess that needs to express his anal gland And fifth, I had to withhold I never sniffed or sold a spec of coca I'd be quarantined like I broke a fever Or like a bloated diva with a leather boa And six, our social fabric's been woven into some crazy polymer With men in blue flannels and red flannels cooing death prattles through a baby monitor And seventh, I can't agree with philanthropy of tycoons Cause this money ain't made for saving children It's to help me colonize the moon [Bridge - Pegasus Warning] All have done and all I've seen Who cares about you What else could I be After all I've done and all I've seen Who cares about you What else could I be [Hook]