Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

Wearing space specks in space


Dreamer… don’t close your eyes
The vultures are circling all around…
Acid or flower child…

The people are counting up from the ground.
As the battery light dies in your torch
Point it back at me! I’m already dead…

Dreamer… don’t close your eyes
The vultures are circling all around…
Acid or flower child…

Wear your space specks
And rattle like a hive of angry bees
Give no due respects to these tax payers’ deaths…

Dreamer… don’t close your eyes
The vultures are circling all around…
Acid or flower child…

Be a ruler of the world
Be a tapeworm in a race horse
And loose the race in capitalism's race for first place.

Ooh. Ooh, ooh…
Dreamer and throw your fortune cookie away…
It’s hard to breathe, Ooh. Ooh, ooh
When you’re wearing space specks in space!
Ooh. Ooh, ooh…

Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013
Edited: Friday, April 19, 2013

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