I can have my cherries and you can have your real
And we can [bad word] in lava till the Gods lick at our heels
We were born in oil a million years ago
And we can push the buttons of [bad word] that makes us go

Makes us go, makes us go, makes us go
Makes us go, makes us go, makes us go
Makes us go, makes us go, makes us

When I spoke with Saturn, he told me I was gone
But I can't lick [bad word] when my pulls
Tells me it's strong, there's a tiny little monkey
He lives inside my head he whispers on your mind
In sleeps and tucks you into bed

In your bed, in your bed, in your bed
In your bed, in your bed, in your bed
In your bed, in your bed, in your bed
In your bed, in your bed, in your bed
In your bed, in your bed, in your bed

I can smell invasion, red excited mind
I can see the general dropping into flaming pines
We just plugged forever, we just saved the day
Kiss your little self for me, everything's okay

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay