Red Theme - Taste of Outerspace Lyrics

Sittin' on the rocks, sniffin' a flower
Don't give me the sweets i'll stick with the sour
Patches of grass make up my lawn
I pray to god i won't get beaten on

I am a littl flower
I have a special power
The beez fly from their treez
2 get their pollen from me

I guarantee something about me
A side to me that you'll never, ever see
I dream about death cuz i'm a little bit emo
Slice my wrist up like brian eno

I come from the dirt, so it doesn't hurt when you
Step on me- you can try and try - all i'll do is cry

We come from outer space!
You can have a little taste of our ice cream cone with the chocolate sauce
And the whipped cream with the cherry on top