Rockets Are Red

Why don't you go make yourself Yeah, why don't I? There's something missing Hey Mr. Tough Mr. Baby Anyway you want it (Make it stick) Like Candy This baby's bone dry Some say... Shit just don't arrive Some things just don't arrive Some hits just don't arrive (Yeah, here we go) 'Cause Rockets are Red Rockets are Red Babies are blue How do you feel And how do you feel What kind of question is that /] Every goddamn time It's the same Every goddamn time At the top we spin It don't mean nothing At the top we spin (Just to feel a lil' bit more alive) What to expect Something different? What do you expect Where's all the babies gone? Have a look she says "I'm not crazy (but I'm trying)"