Well here in the east We seem to drag Just an assumption For you to brag In a tunnel of wrong the sermon is long All baiting questions Form a line That seems to happen All the time In a puddle of wrong the serum is strong Its space, it's a dark force With a face that could destroy Monarches Boundries Republics And me Your lucky numbers Once were mine Those shoes you walk in Don't have a spine In an ocean of wrong the sailors sing songs Its space, it's a dark force With a face that could destroy Monarches Boundries Republics And me