Calling Spaceship: Damien Grief - The Clay People

Androids on morphine

System malfunctioning

In space I float

I’m a ghost, I’m a ghost

Major Tom is dead

He put a gun to his head

And so it seemed

His blood boiling

Help me

I’m calling

I’m calling

One twelve nineteen ninety-two

If the parents knew how it would grow

A baby cries

A scared little child

Speaking in tongues

Illusions in gibberish

The pilot’s out of it What can we make of this?

Mouth I foam

I won’t go I won’t go Help me

I’m calling

I’m calling

And I’m out here all alone

In this hell that I call home

And I will pray

When something wicked comes my way

Help me

I’m calling

I’m calling

Help me

I’m calling

I’m calling

Help me And I’m out here all alone (I'm calling)

In this hell that I call home

And I will pray (I'm calling)

When something wicked comes my way