Taste of Outerspace Lyrics

Sittin’ on the rocks, sniffin’ a flower

Don’t give me the sweets i’ll stick with the sour

Patches of grass make up my lawn

I pray to god i won’t get beaten on

I am a littl flower

I have a special power

The beez fly from their treez

2 get their pollen from me

I guarantee something about me

A side to me that you’ll never, ever see

I dream about death cuz i’m a little bit emo

Slice my wrist up like brian eno

I come from the dirt, so it doesn’t hurt when you

Step on me- you can try and try - all i’ll do is cry

We come from outer space!

You can have a little taste of our ice cream cone with the chocolate sauce

And the whipped cream with the cherry on top