Text: Frank Black. Blast Off.

I'm headed for the dark
Take shit as shit is
If you can take this town
I say good show
'Cause city hall all are freaks
And the coffee is getting weak

I'm going to make my mark
Maybe in show biz
Maybe on solid ground
I do not know
But I'm thinking all the time
And I'm saving all my dimes

Blast off
I can foresee foresee
Blast off [x2]

Cast off
Save all my money just for
Blast off

Blast off
I can foresee foresee
Blast off

Chemical
Take on my chemical for
Comatose

Comatose
Wake from a sleep that was
Six months

Rasthof
Zwanzig kilometers bis
Rasthof
I need it

Blast off
I can foresee foresee

And when we get there the Irish in
Me's gonna claim it for France
I'm in a beckett trance
From all that chemical

Blast off
I can foresee foresee
Blast off [x2]

Union pour la promotion de la
Propulsion
Photonique

Isidis
Home on the dome of the
Isidis

Tops off
I think I'm gonna get some
Rocks off
I need it

Blast off
I can foresee foresee

And when we get there the Irish in
Me's gonna claim it for France
I'm in a beckett trance
From all that chemical

And when we get there the Irish in
Me's gonna claim it for France
I'm wearing Beckett's pants
From all that chemical

And when we get there the Irish in
Me's gonna claim it for France
I'm in a beckett trance
From all that chemical (x2)

And when we get there the Irish in
Me's gonna claim it for France
I'm on a beckett rants
From all that chemical

Blast off
I can foresee foresee
Blast off [x2]

Cast off
Save all my money just for
Blast off

Blast off
I can foresee foresee
Blast off

Blast off (x2)