The baby can
Talk to me
In his hand
He holds the future
A broken key
That fits tomorrow
All welomce to new world city

Just a friend
A rotten kid

Now a man
H lives in venus
Not the palce
You remember
The milky war
Killed the race
That won the price
All of space

Just a friend
A rotten kid

Hes trying
To get me
In trouble
For lying
I think hes
Plotting and planting
Flowers in my
Head
In my head

Just a friend
A rotten kid