Rocket - Rozwell Kid

Rock and roll is fucking useless

One of my excuses

For throwing in the towel and giving up

I’m down for packing up my Saturn

And flooring it to Nebraska

You’ve gotta get on your rocket

Full speed ahead

Straight towards the moon

Don’t matter if it’s grad school in Boston

Or Christmas trees in Austin

Do what you gotta do

Shut up already, I get the picture

You go to school, make out, make kids, and die

I’m scared of packing up my Windstar

And flooring it to Nebraska

You’ve gotta get on your rocket

Full speed ahead

Straight towards the moon

Don’t matter if it’s grad school in Boston

Or Christmas trees in Austin

Do what you gotta do

I think it’s high time

That I take off

I think it’s high time

That I take off

I think it’s high time

That I take off

I think it’s high time

That I take off

You’ve gotta get on your rocket

Full speed ahead

Straight towards the moon

Don’t matter if it’s grad school in Boston

Or Christmas trees in Austin

Do what you gotta do