This is a song about "A space man"

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Then putting it in space to be enveloped by a black hole

In a space ship while they screaming at me: "let's just be friends!"

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

In a space ship while they screaming at me: "let's just be friends!"

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Could stand up like a man)

Drop top on this thang

Experimentation with inflation, float away in space and place a space station,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I walk around like a space cadet, place your bets

You're a waste of time, a waste of space,

This is no trial, this a closed case