Tekster: Tori Amos. Space Dog.

Way to go Mr. Microphone, show us all what you don't know.
Centuries, secret societies, he's our commander still, Space dog.

So sure we were on something, your feet are finally on the ground, he said,
So sure we were on something, your feet are just on the ground, girl.


Rain and snow, our engines have been receiving your eager call.
There's Colonel Dirty-fishy-dishcloth, he'll distract her good don't worry so.
And to the one you thought was on your side.
She can't understand, she truly believes the lie.
Lemon Pie, he's coming through, our commander still,
Space dog, lines secure, Space dog.


Deck the halls, I'm young again, I'm you again.
Racing turtles, the grapefruit is winning.
Seems I keep getting this story twisted,
So where's Neil when you need him?
Deck the halls, it's you again, it's you again.
Somewhere someone must know the ending.
Is she still pissing in the river now?
Heard she'd gone moved into a trailer park.


So sure we were on something,
(So sure those girls now are in the Navy.)
Your feet are finally on the ground, he said,
(Those bombs, our friends, can't even hurt you now.)
So sure we were on something,
(And hold those tears 'cause they're still on your side.)
Your feet are just on the ground, girl.
(Don't hear the dogs barking.)


So sure we were on something,
(Don't say you know we've gone Andromeda.)
Your feet are finally on the ground, he said,
(Stood with those girls before.)
So sure we were on something,
(The hair in pairs, it just got nasty weather.)
Your feet are just on the ground.
(And now those girls are gone.)