Come along Harry and Mary and Fred Let's find some excitement, man, this joint is dead. Pack up the crap game, drive down to White Sands, And we'll make bets on whether the Space Shuttle lands.
Sadists and perverts and thrill-seekers we,
Loitering out on the shore of the sea.
No one admits that we're having a bash
As we watch all the spaceships that blow up and crash.
The most violent show on this Earth that you'll see, All the more 'cause it's real, not just faked on TV. Drive down to Canaveral and guzzle lite beer When the shuttle blows up we'll all secretly cheer.
Politicians adore us, the media too, Getting rich on disaster as they always do, And perverts who lust for explosions and gore Haven't been so turned since the Persian Gulf War
It was a long time before I got up the courage to sing this in public. It was even longer before I admitted to having written it. At least Leslie didn't kill me for it.
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