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 up tight 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