Button Masher
Mash the buttons, knock knock, never yield
Phobias in motion blowing smoke
Into the sterile field
Wonkavator up beyond the seraphim
terra beneath the keratin
Every bit precariously jerry-rigged
His helmet is a case of Bud
He factor in the paper cuts
Corrugated cockpit, I'm not exactly Major Tom
Buzzed Aldrin, I can't count backwards
Ten, one
Someone get this buzzard to the Matmos
Ten thousand hours addressing open beaks
Exiting the atmosphere with no
Green to chroma key
Greebles on the body, tin cans on the bumper
Slip into the freezing ether like a
Pea coat from his mother
How much interstellar freedom can
He reasonably suffer?
More than you can feed through a shutter
I use a phony voice when I'm yelling
"Nobody's home"
I'm a liar, but I wouldn't say I'm wrong
I ain't really seen land in a minute
AWOL spaceman, wave to the Mrs
Faint transmission after nothing
For the summer
I have never seen so many colors uh, ayy
The human heart tattoo move in a hard vacuum
Only back to pay a bill or maybe
Fill a cart with cat food
I'm shredded, smelling like I just
Stepped off a charred capsule, i did
That's not imaginary ash in his wig
That's rounding Cygnus with a
Souvenir from galaxy quest
I know it sound like myth and magic
But the shrapnel commit's
I give a fuck about a factory scent
We mostly play to the fringe they figure
"What's a little tape on the wings?"
A little glue, a little paint
A little staple and string
You won't believe how far the
Garbage when that radio ping
Behold a view or two where you could
Lose your voice at the moon
I hope you like your beef and
Veggies with the moisture removed
Dig it, the low rider, lower the gold visor
Nosedive guided by the ghost of Laika
My heavens slow drive, side-eye stealthy
When can we expect you?
Why would you expect me?
I ain't really seen land in a minute
AWOL spaceman, wave to the Mrs
Faint transmission after nothing
For the summer
I have never seen so many colors
Tangentially related in the sense
Of one's environment
Informing what they're made of
There was a ghost who broke it
All up into tiny numbers
And dated vector graphics and
New York Times puzzles
Who struggled knowing love as more
Than boring data entry
More reported from an orbit all his own
To say it gently
I'm reporting from an orbit all my own
To say it gently
Catch a wave in the jalopy down
To burn up on re-entry man the laser
Do you copy? Keep invaders
On the business end
Autopilot zeroes in on zero
Wind for pissing in
Fixer-upper, she putt like a Plymouth Duster
From bucket to mothership, if you're
Up for a little sunburn, stat
Neighbors at the mercy of a thin wall
One side nap, one satellite pinball
Fun size asteroids pingin' off the cabin
Ping, ping
The soundtrack of shrinking into blackness
I blink through 4D
Droid sitting bitch scorned
The voice of destroy and rebuild
Who rose above the partly cloudy
Counting on a Galaga hack
His only carry-on's a napkin of math
From packed in a menagerie to cheese
And crackers at the apogee
Add a little finding God and
Trying not to atrophy, um
I know you're whispering about me
At the corner store
"We've seen the glowing light from
Under his apartment door"
I ain't really seen land in a minute
AWOL spaceman, wave to the Mrs
Faint transmission after nothing
For the summer
I have never seen so many colors
