DESCRIPTION:
John Muther at The Borg Ward - 3/17/11
http://www.johnmuther.com/

Lyrics:

Space Race
As kids, on our hands and knees
Around the warm glow of the radio,
We wondered if the space men will wear sweaters.
Will they still eat food?
Will all food be pills?
Will they still tie their shoes?
Ray gun. Velcro.
Time moves too slow.
Rockets. Space camp.
Air locks. Mars man.
I'll take a shower of dust; I'll take a moon bath.
We need a thruster boost; we gotta go fast!
We have a duty to ourselves and our solar system
To spread our society.
We can show the other planets how to kill all the mosquitos,
And prevent each cloudy day.
Bug bomb. Smart bomb.
A bomb. H bomb.
Box top. Moon base.
Free prize. Space race.
We put our backs against the floor. We put our knees up on the couch.
We put our backs against the floor. We put our knees up on the couch.
Brushes steel. Plastic.
High sheen. High tech.
Longing for the
Wood floor. Wood stove.
Warm bed. Wool clothes.