Space Pt. 5

[Verse One: Mcenroe] It's all true, everything on the network Call you as a source to confirm Fall through, the cracks to forget you Who knew, the truth was a worm And it's out there, about face, attitude straight lace Fast pace, fear that results in a rat race We need space We need to reboot We need to breath Or even see to An attitude not about a house and a guest pool A system that doesn't keep electing a fool I'm suspecting a stool as I smell a dirty rat I'm running out of fuel, few have even heard of that Your tires go flat, can't start the SUV Thank me, send blame to Kathy Lee In the form of poison arrows Who burnt a thousand barrels From the house in the hill to sing you Christmas carols In a bare old studio Hair all pretty though Enough surgery, we're immune to growing old We need space Need to grow up At this pace Sure to blow up Not the nice way with [?] Lack of sight, head lice and disease Finally, brought twice to his knees Take his wife then thieve as they please When the underworld rises to claim what's art When the ground shuts down and it's so damn cold When the credit card companies finally fold When the crops call it quits and the panic takes hold When civilization breaks the mold When living to 30 makes you old We'll need space Space [Verse Two: Pip Skid] You might as well say goodnight to your life Like you had gone and fucked with Suge Knight's wife The light's right At the perfect setting Live so high like we can land in the netting Wetting and shitting the bed Sleeping The problem's us, it's the company we're keeping It's what we're eating Our brain's filthy We take Sunday off to feel guilty To feel fear But it's all here Looking at the sky hoping Jesus will appear With a tear And gas leave a terrible taste And the bomb shelter's an unbearable space We need space! Quit crowding me The Unibomber, you would be proud of me People running, screaming, fleeing their home Seeing flesh dripping off the bone Kicked off the throne, no political advisers The cops all pop tranquilizers Geysers and hurricanes it gets worse Ain't no Superman to fly the Earth in reverse I need space! Aaaaah that's what I'm seeking out All these people are freaking me out My gun a must with my back to the wall I don't trust anybody, family and all On my feet, I don't crawl I need space! Ain't no more surgeons to fix your face Freeze dry my corpse and send it to space We're so close to the end of the race Space