Perfect Mona Lisa
Flawless pure emotion
Renegade amnesia
Swallowed by the ocean
The writing’s on the wall
Admit it

Retrograde circus
Planet earth furnace
Scorched epidermis
Making me nervous
It’s all our fault
Admit it

Buckle up buckle up, we’re going to outer space
Champagne sunshine, shooting like a shotgun
Machine showers a parachute showdown
If you don’t mind, I’m wasting no time, getting on board my rocket
Buckle up, buckle up, we’re going to outer space

Fuel tanks loaded
I’m ready for my mission
Totally devoted
Turn on the ignition
Come on hop aboard my rocket