Blast off
To the stars, to save the world
My intestines pushed into my throat
Flat like a coin
Shooting from the surface of the earth
Like a sweaty angel I ascend
Beginning my journey to become
The Astro-Karlsson
Far into space
Greasy weiners my only company
As weeks go by
A blood red fountain of life appears
Mars
Though this planet always seemed
Like a desolate wasteland to claim
Science has failed us
The martians are no longer dreams
My landing plows through hordes of green
Crushing martian bodies
Squishing wives and mushing babies
I think I might have f*cked up
Far into space
Sowing hatred and fighting for my life
But do not fear
Astro-Bert will return
Maggot Infested Ventriculus - Astro-Bert Lyrics
Maggot Infested Ventriculus - Astro-Bert Lyrics
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Blast off
To the stars, to save the world
My intestines pushed into my throat
Flat like a coin
Shooting from the surface of the earth
Like a sweaty angel I ascend
Beginning my journey to become
The Astro-Karlsson
Far into space
Greasy weiners my only company
As weeks go by
A blood red fountain of life appears
Mars
Though this planet always seemed
Like a desolate wasteland to claim
Science has failed us
The martians are no longer dreams
My landing plows through hordes of green
Crushing martian bodies
Squishing wives and mushing babies
I think I might have f*cked up
Far into space
Sowing hatred and fighting for my life
But do not fear
Astro-Bert will return
To the stars, to save the world
My intestines pushed into my throat
Flat like a coin
Shooting from the surface of the earth
Like a sweaty angel I ascend
Beginning my journey to become
The Astro-Karlsson
Far into space
Greasy weiners my only company
As weeks go by
A blood red fountain of life appears
Mars
Though this planet always seemed
Like a desolate wasteland to claim
Science has failed us
The martians are no longer dreams
My landing plows through hordes of green
Crushing martian bodies
Squishing wives and mushing babies
I think I might have f*cked up
Far into space
Sowing hatred and fighting for my life
But do not fear
Astro-Bert will return
Writer: Dr Gris, Sir Väs
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid