Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pill and put your helmet on

Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you

(Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five Four, Three, Two One, Liftoff)

This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare.

"This is Major Tom to Ground Control,
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in the most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world,
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do.

Though I'm past 100,000 miles
I'm feeling very still,
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go.
Tell my wife I love her very much she knows."

Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me Major Tom?
Can you hear me Major Tom?
Can you hear me Major Tom?
Can you

"Here and I floating in my tin can,
Far above the Moon,
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do."

Spy, spy, pretty girl
I see you see me through your window
Don't turn your nose up,
Well, you can if you need to, you won't be the first or the last
It must strain you to look down so far from your father's house,
And I know what a louse like me in his house could do for you.
I'm the Cream
Of the Great Utopia Dream.
And you're the gleam
In the depths of your banker's spleen.

I'm a phallus in pigtails
And there's blood on my nose,
And my tissue is rotting
Where the rats chew my bones,
And my sockets empty
See nothing but pain.
I keep having to brainstorm
About twelve times a day.
So now, you could spend the morning walking with me, quite amazed.
As I'm Unwashed and Somewhat Slightly Dazed.

I got eyes in my backside
That see electric tomatoes
On credit card rye bread,
There are children in washrooms
Holding hands with a queen.
And my head's full of murders
Where only killers scream.
So know you could spend the morning talking with me quite amazed
Look out, I'm raving mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed.

Now you run from your window
To the porcelain bowl.
And you're sick from your ears
To the red parquet floor.
And the Braque on the wall
Slides down your front
And eats through your belly
. It's very catching.
So now, you should spend the mornings lying to your father quite amazed
About the strange Unwashed and Happily Slightly Dazed.