AVB
Jesus of Cool, I'm bad, I'm nationwide
Ground control to cigar bomb
Ground control to cigar bomb
Check your humi beads and put your cello on
Ground control to cigar bomb
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may gods love be with you
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,
Four, three, two, one, liftoff
This is ground control to cigar bomb
You’ve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose band you wear
Now its time to leave the humi if you dare
This is cigar bomb to ground control
I’m lighting up now
And I’m burning in a most peculiar way
And the smoke looks very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a slide box
Far above the world
Planet earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do
Though I’m past one hundred thousand noobs
I’m feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell your wife you love her very much she knows
Ground control to cigar bomb
Your fires dead, there’s something wrong
Can you hear me, cigar bomb?
Can you hear me, cigar bomb?
Can you hear me, cigar bomb?
Can you....
Here am I floating round my slide box
Far above the moon
Planet earth is blue
And there’s nothing YOU can do.
And there’s nothing YOU can do except duck & cover.
Ground control to cigar bomb
Check your humi beads and put your cello on
Ground control to cigar bomb
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may gods love be with you
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,
Four, three, two, one, liftoff
This is ground control to cigar bomb
You’ve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose band you wear
Now its time to leave the humi if you dare
This is cigar bomb to ground control
I’m lighting up now
And I’m burning in a most peculiar way
And the smoke looks very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a slide box
Far above the world
Planet earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do
Though I’m past one hundred thousand noobs
I’m feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell your wife you love her very much she knows
Ground control to cigar bomb
Your fires dead, there’s something wrong
Can you hear me, cigar bomb?
Can you hear me, cigar bomb?
Can you hear me, cigar bomb?
Can you....
Here am I floating round my slide box
Far above the moon
Planet earth is blue
And there’s nothing YOU can do.
And there’s nothing YOU can do except duck & cover.
