Body will not tire nor skin crack
Unslowable limbs singing
Go up on toes under streetlamps
Keep their heads ringing

Our golden arms stretched out to the sky
Do what you want to do all of the time
Shining like gold in the darkest [bad word] night
The present, forever, until we

Dusted with the pollen of "Triumph"
We bomb atomically
Flex the white gold tarantula
Can you feel it now tell me?

Our golden arms stretched out to the sky
Do what you want to do all of the time
Shining like gold in the darkest [bad word] night
The present, forever, until we

It's not too much for me to jam

As the crow flies-straight through the heart of it
Apollo showtime-now starting it [bad word] morning recall not a part of it
Dig my fingers straight to the heart of it

Our golden arms stretched out to the sky
Do what you want to do all of the time
Shining like gold in the darkest [bad word] night
The present, forever, until we (die)