Initials B.R. - Cloud Nine (Heliopause) Lyrics

Do what you have to. Fasten the gaskets and
Suck through the tubes 'til you move through the vacuum
Track out the backwash. Cap what you can't mix
Axe what you tried but you can't fix: factory business
Dismiss everything. Edit all featherweight medicine
Poets have naught but to disturb festering edifice

Challenge the profit and coffers and balance
The talent and auspice with action and office
Don't just promise. Pledge and deliver all lofty
Get what you want if you act up and ask for it often
Shore up and shoulder the portage. Cut off the
Cord from the cortege. Float through the ether and orbit

Lose what you have to. Downgrade
Giant gas mass ain't safe from redaction in deep space
Face that you'll rue Fate. Pace with a scalpel
Grief is a ghost in the speech as you mull every mouthful
Haul off and upend the gurney and gradually
Advance the ranks through the tiers of the tourney

Huff the jet fuel. Flirt with permanence
Stoke the casks to explode through the cracks in the firmament
And when, at last, you've the callus to hazard the
Backlash, gather the last few rations, stand up
Strapped in that spacecraft cabin, and blast off launch pads
Cast in that pitch black cavern

Do what you have to. Pack in. Suit em up
Lay it out gracious: "Thank you. Time's up, motherf*ckers"
Sever all life-lines. Pipe through the white light
Get it on. Tell it all. Tell 'em off. Tell 'em all: Shit, I'm on...
Cloud nine. Cloud nine. Cloud nine. Cloud nine