N.A.S.A Video (MV)

NASA, oh NASA, plotting underhand
To harvest all my organs for the Man
NASA, oh NASA, patient to a thrall
Drugged on Fentanyl and Propofol
Floating out in space
My mind can't find a foothold in this scheme you've put in place

NASA, oh NASA, shadows in my eye
Watercolor doctors sent to spy
NASA, oh NASA, biopsy the brain
Clone me in a Petri dish and say that I'm the same
'Cause I can hear all your nefarious plans for the operating stage
And I've no will to defy them
I'm paralyzed by these splints that keep my arms in place

Well I guess it could only be me and you
The darker side of all I wanted to do
It doesn't matter how you build your walls
The paranoia lives within us all
If Continia is naught but kelp and bones
I'd rather be patching the Titanic than toasting Davy Jones
NASA, oh NASA, satellite in chrome
Set your navigation bring me home

'Cause I can hear them coming 'round here again with that damn heparin shot
So please don't undermine my strength of mind-by God, it's all I've got