Private Universe/The Life on Nebulov - Snakefinger

Now’s the time to reverse

To your own private universe

Lock the door with the key

Of your own injured nudity

Now you stand on the sand

Of a strange other land

Face to face with another you

And you find you can be

Your own favourite divinity

Just like William Randolph Hearst

Bend your own private universe

Touchdown

All this, practically eviction, thee

Five, four

Thinking

Check into your fuelery

Open the lock into the sphere

Into the air, you’re not the sphere

Into the mask of poison gas

That crawls around the ground

Close, sir

Feeling

Feeling the diseasing too

Back to the ship, push in the pin

Jiggle all the fat, outside within

So much for sport, not to report

So far return to base

(Houston)

Then, no longer on Nebulov

I made

Life here seems the suit the sweet