Up! - M83

If I clean my rocket

We’ll go flying today

And we’ll hit the pockets

Of warm and crispy air

If I clean my rocket

We’ll go flying today

And we’ll hit the pockets

Of warm and crispy air

Oh, you lovely boy, you smell so sweet

We ride so well

And we load our pistols as we perch upon

My razor wings

Up to the planets, up to the bodies of the galaxy

We fly, we feed, we suck, we bleed, we need

If I clean my rocket

We’ll go flying today

And we’ll hit the pockets

Of warm and crispy air

If I clean my rocket

We’ll go flying today

And we’ll hit the pockets

Of warm and crispy air

Oh, we flee the scene of our little crime

We feel so free

But the hounds of law, they bite our heels

As we retreat

Up to the planets up to the bodies of the galaxy

We fly, we feed, we suck, we bleed, we need

If I clean my rocket

And we’ll hit the pockets

If I clean my rocket

And we’ll hit the pockets

If I clean my rocket

And we’ll hit the pockets

If I clean my rocket

And we’ll hit the pockets