Red Red Rocket

Got a red red rocket keeping me up all night
I got a bitch of a ticking clock fixed up, let's take flight
I got a big black gun taped to a hot flashlight
Yeah, I'm gonna fix any fucker falls into my sights

I feel it slipping far away, any grip on sanity
Like the ghosts of yesterday
Oooh I can feel it in my skin, something's bubblin'
Better let it breathe

Got a little bit of light left in me
Gotta keep it all locked uptight
Gotta find a wet wick to match, yeah
And let the flame burn bright
I gotta pony up and play my cards before my cards play me
I got a sliver of a sight left to see

I feel it slipping far away, any grip on sanity
Like the ghosts of yesterday
Oooh I can feel it in my skin, something's bubblin'
Better let it breathe

Oooh ripped apart so slow
All the tiny pieces start to grow
Oooh it's a hell of a show
All the tiny pieces start to grow