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  • The Dub Pistols control this ****
    Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse
    Miles away and we can still see the metropolis
    Disappearing slowly into the distance there's no stopping this
    Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars
    And travel through the Milky Way
    We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light
    We're on a trip to space where the average man 'aint been
    The ground is flooded with rain to keep the Earth clean
    We communicate through radio waves
    While the controllers of the ship are seeing sights that amaze
    Searching on corners of the Milky Way and galaxy
    You won't believe the types of things that we were forced to see
    Wait for the sattelites, wet your appetites
    From the distance we see the sun and it's a ball of light
    You need a microscope to see the Earth even exists
    And it feels like we've been suspended in space for years
    Nothing to do but think and wonder what we'll see when we land
    Could this be the missing link in the bigger plan
    The Dub Pistols control this ****
    Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse
    Miles away and we can still see the metropolis
    Disappearing slowly into the distance there's no stopping this
    Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars
    And travel through the Milky Way
    We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light
    Rhymes on tapes mics turn them into space flights
    Aerodynamics fly frantic with the Blade, right
    Pushing orbital in a low tech, cruising tight
    Pictures sneaking by from the glare of the computer lights
    Should have bought a thinner window but spent it all on endo
    From the dude at the last stop with three eyes in a flat top
    Wanted for smuggling and illegal space craft
    Don't know if we'll ever make it back now we're off track being chased by patrols
    Pull it together, hands back on the controls
    Tailspins and barrel rolls out of narrow spaces
    To the center of a meteor, they can no longer trace us
    The Dub Pistols control this ****
    Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse
    Miles away and we can still see the metropolis
    Disappearing slowly into the distance there's no stopping this
    Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars
    And travel through the Milky Way
    We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light
    They educated us and even taught us how to breathe
    Gave us the diet of the food that we would have to eat
    Stick to the rations, never know what could happen
    Run out of fuel and you might never get back in (word up)
    Three humans in the space of five meters squared
    Dressed in space suits attached to canisters of air
    Alien lifeforms could possibly be a threat
    If that's the case push the button and eject
    They could be hostile, worse than on the X-Files
    Don't try to talk to them, they don't talk back that 'aint their style
    Dont' be a hero, this 'aint a move and you 'aint De Niro
    Don't try to test them because if you do you'll be gone in zero
    The Dub Pistols control this ****
    Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse
    Miles away and we can still see the metropolis
    Disappearing slowly into the distance there's no stopping this
    Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars
    And travel through the Milky Way
    We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light
  • The Dub Pistols control this ****
    Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse
    Miles away and we can still see the metropolis
    Disappearing slowly into the distance there's no stopping this
    Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars
    And travel through the Milky Way
    We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light
    We're on a trip to space where the average man 'aint been
    The ground is flooded with rain to keep the Earth clean
    We communicate through radio waves
    While the controllers of the ship are seeing sights that amaze
    Searching on corners of the Milky Way and galaxy
    You won't believe the types of things that we were forced to see
    Wait for the sattelites, wet your appetites
    From the distance we see the sun and it's a ball of light
    You need a microscope to see the Earth even exists
    And it feels like we've been suspended in space for years
    Nothing to do but think and wonder what we'll see when we land
    Could this be the missing link in the bigger plan
    The Dub Pistols control this ****
    Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse
    Miles away and we can still see the metropolis
    Disappearing slowly into the distance there's no stopping this
    Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars
    And travel through the Milky Way
    We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light
    Rhymes on tapes mics turn them into space flights
    Aerodynamics fly frantic with the Blade, right
    Pushing orbital in a low tech, cruising tight
    Pictures sneaking by from the glare of the computer lights
    Should have bought a thinner window but spent it all on endo
    From the dude at the last stop with three eyes in a flat top
    Wanted for smuggling and illegal space craft
    Don't know if we'll ever make it back now we're off track being chased by patrols
    Pull it together, hands back on the controls
    Tailspins and barrel rolls out of narrow spaces
    To the center of a meteor, they can no longer trace us
    The Dub Pistols control this ****
    Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse
    Miles away and we can still see the metropolis
    Disappearing slowly into the distance there's no stopping this
    Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars
    And travel through the Milky Way
    We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light
    They educated us and even taught us how to breathe
    Gave us the diet of the food that we would have to eat
    Stick to the rations, never know what could happen
    Run out of fuel and you might never get back in (word up)
    Three humans in the space of five meters squared
    Dressed in space suits attached to canisters of air
    Alien lifeforms could possibly be a threat
    If that's the case push the button and eject
    They could be hostile, worse than on the X-Files
    Don't try to talk to them, they don't talk back that 'aint their style
    Dont' be a hero, this 'aint a move and you 'aint De Niro
    Don't try to test them because if you do you'll be gone in zero
    The Dub Pistols control this ****
    Blade is the vocalist, this is the year of the apocalypse
    Miles away and we can still see the metropolis
    Disappearing slowly into the distance there's no stopping this
    Cruising at a leisurely pace as we breeze past the stars
    And travel through the Milky Way
    We glide through the air, trekking at the speed of light