Through the portals [bad word] tails
Screeching frequencies
Of pulsing infinities
Awake in the hive
Where the sap is collected
The process perfected
The galactic siren sounds
Down the dimensions of
Curled-up strings inside the point
Get out of the path
Of the king, Mr Laurel
Get out of the path
Of the king, Mr Hardy
Regret, get off out
The path of the king
They will not be able to
Attend tonight's dinner
The supernova outshone!
Get out of the path of the king
Yeah!
Saddle up
Secure the galactic perimeters
Weak and strong, nuclear bombs
Now what's together
Will [bad word] apart
When it's all over
No back to the start