di Francis
PIXIES
One fine day in my odd past
I picked me up a transmission
I turned the fission ignition
Went looking for the broadcaster
And when I first touched some ground
They simply told me to leave
Was kind of hard to believe
‘Cause there was not one around
This ain’t the planet sound
This ain’t the planet sound
This ain’t the planet sound
This ain’t the planet sound
I had a talented wine
That land of classical gas
And on the planet of glass
They sent me skipping through time