A few make it through to the other side
Some carry a substance so right
Trick or treat some break it imaginably
Hands to the market make fanatical stands
At the back of the rocket
Set ready for mission launch
I’ll watch at home and hope I won’t go
All aliens aside I don’t know why
I just don’t know why I feel this way
Some sort of rocket hot under my legs
Then right as we wind on down low
I saw beneath me a yellow glow
That rocked back beneth the rotten snow
We trenched forth to the unknown
Then right on down the snow
Tracks a monster we all know
That some stay away from
And I won’t go
