Wearing Space Specks In Space Poem by Mark Heathcote

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 respect to these taxpayers' 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 racehorse
And lose 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…