Letra da Música: Motor Of Joy - Primitive Radio Gods

'Am I really a spaceman?'

Comrad lovers say, do not be afraid
Comrad lovers say, everything's okay

'Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.'
'Let your hips roll and your mouth water.'
'Seems for you to tremble and cry.'
'Am I really a spaceman?'
'Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.'
'Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles.'
'Seems for you to tremble and cry.'
'Am I really a spaceman?'
'Am I really a spaceman?'

Everyone has plans, plans to be the spaceman
I don't give a damn, 'cause I am the spaceman

'Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.'
'Let your hips roll and your mouth water.'
'Seems for you to tremble and cry.'
'Am I really a spaceman?'
'Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles.'
'Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.'
'Make love joyously without fear.'
'Am I really a spaceman?'

'Do not turn off its pulsating motor of joy.'
'Do not turn off its pulsating motor of joy.'

'Oh wow! That king of thingÂ…you don't do that!'

'Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.'
'Let your hips roll and your mouth water.'
'Seems for you to tremble and cry.'
'Am I really a spaceman?'
'Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles.'
'Let the current flow sweetly up your spine.'
'Make love joyously without fear.'
'Am I really a spaceman?'
'Am I really a spaceman?'
'Am I really a spaceman?'
'Am I really a spaceman?'