Hawkwind keeps the fires glowing, in my brain the neurons are flowing

Nuances in music are the way forward, War pigs dance on people’s graves

As their skulls glitter in the sun, they play with everyone’s lives for fun

Great music came from the slaves, And nightingales sing from the trees

As doggies play with the bees, wake up says Kate Bush

This world is crazy, noo, leave me alone in my bed

But then the cat won’t be fed

The records would rot and my hair wouldn’t grow

It would hang listlessly like a crumb and I would turn into a bum

With the appearance of the alien in Dark Star

I would eventually burst and fly away into the loving arms of Fred Durst