The Church - Space Needle текст песни

Getting kinda greedy, need a space needle
Stick it straight through the crust
Suck up all the magma, put it in a bagma
And blow it through your brains till you bust

Where oblivion is beckoning
Where leviathan is reckoning

Getting kinda famished with all this talk of famine
I can't survive on bread alone
Give me space needle so I don't whine or wheedle
I need these planets close to my bone

Where oblivion is beckoning
Where leviathan is reckoning

Getting kinda nervous the way your lips is curvous
It's a mystery to me we don't fall
Where's my space needle, I want a little treacle
I want to wish good luck to you all

Where oblivion is beckoning
Where leviathan is reckoning