THE CHURCH lyrics - Space Needle

Getting kinda greedy, need a space needle

Stick it straight through the crust

Suck up all the magma, put it in a bagma

And blow it through your brains till you bust



Where oblivion is beckoning

Where leviathan is reckoning



Getting kinda famished with all this talk of famine

I can't survive on bread alone

Give me space needle so I don't whine or wheedle

I need these planets close to my bone



Where oblivion is beckoning

Where leviathan is reckoning



Getting kinda nervous the way your lips is curvous

It's a mystery to me we don't fall

Where's my space needle, I want a little treacle

I want to wish good luck to you all



Where oblivion is beckoning

Where leviathan is reckoning