Rocket 88
Warrior Soul
Drugs, God And The New Republic (1996)

my power got the cut off I can´t afford a phone
but you know that I´m electric when I go out alone

you´re comin´ on like nitrous you´re loaded to the bone
you´re looking like a princess and now i´m sliding home

my eyeballs are burnin´ I got a head rash
once I blast off you know I´m burnin´ all my gas

´cause I´m a rocket rocket 88
´cause I´m a rocket rocket 88

livin´ in the city the city is my home
ya know i dig the chickness ya know i like to bone

´cause I´m a rocket rocket 88
´cause I´m a rocket rocket 88