[starman]
[lyrics: woodley]


i have starman, i am invincible.

pollinate and watch our little souls germinate
and watch our personalities amalgamate
and watch all ancestral mistakes replicate, regenerate
growing higher, our tempers flare and flame like wildfire,
they lick our feet as we reach the dreams to which we aspire,
and plunge us back into the middle-class mire, our common pyre
but we are intelligent kids, we build pyramids and fight squids
and the id and the invalids
and all that's forbidden to us living in the grid
but we don't discuss that which is tempestuous or cancerous,
and thus we don't suss that it can happen to us

cause i have starman, i am invincible.

our generation is fated to success
and we are princes of the universe i guess
oh you gotta disregard all the blowhards in the avant-garde,
the Kierkegaards, and try to grab yourself a bouncing star,
failing that you simply slowly retard in your well-trimmed yard,
send thank you cards and nurture lard
and someday if you feel that to congeal as a cogwheel
to some lumbering pimpmobile is not a good enough ideal,
then send yourself to bed without your oatmeal,
until your silly brain is healed
some say that it's obscene that all our children are in quarantine,
finding all their meaning in their nintendo screens and figurines,
but isn't tv nicotine just another important daily protein
when we finally exhale, the primrose path will be unveiled,
but to no avail, we'll fail, because we'll be looking for our grail
in the wholesale section of bloomingdale's,
cause we've got instructions but they're not in our kind of braille

but i have starman, i am invinvincible.


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