Missile Launch - Wallace Vanborn

I’ve got the feeling that we’re going under

I need a halt, stop, shatters of glass

Back in my mind I could feel the rapture

They’ve got a list and they can hear you laugh

I’ve got a hole in my side and the radio complains

Headless roaming, sitting seedless in my maze

Biding all my time, cruise control

Wait for the radio to take me home

Hey little cherry, come and suck the pavement

Black cough drops and blasphemy

Needles and holes say you don’t need to love me

Unless mistaken for a prodigy

I’ve got a hole in my face and the radio complains

Headless roaming, sitting seedless in my maze

Biding all my time, cruise control

Wait for the radio to take me home

Biding all my time, cruise control

Wait for the radio to take me home