May 14, 2007

The Astronaut

Filed under: Lyrics — Robin @ 5:52 pm

I’d like to be an astronaut, but I’m not sure if I’ve got the qualifications or the physical fitness I need.
I’d like to be falling asleep in zero gravity, I’d like to be drifting off to sleep (counting robotic sheep in my dreams)
Don’t want to be a robot arm in a factory, I’d rather be working with animals.

I’d like to be an astronaut, way up in space. I’ve often thought of the Earth as smaller than my thumb,
I’ve often thought of myself as being bigger than everyone.

I’d like to perform brain surgery. “Scalpel please,” the nurse turns to me. Her heart in her mouth, a perfect brain in a jar.
Can you see me on your TV? Photogenically, I’ll be performing medical miracles.

I’d like to see the apocalypse, cryogenically my nemesis is waiting for me.
I’d like to lead a robot army, fulfill my destiny. I’ll be fighting with animals. Robotic animals. (Cyber voles)

1 Comment »

  1. Yeah, me too.

    Comment by zebra — June 17, 2007 @ 1:36 pm

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