This is a song about "Space police radio"

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Listen to the radio huh never mind,

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

You can hear me later on song-cast radio

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

And i know - there'll never be peace

By a gang called the police

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

The duration of my waves from the stereos and radio,

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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