Sent to the Moon

Sixty seven degrees and Franklin Sherman agrees with Roger Chaffee so baby take
the 2:10 to the sea
We like the mix tapes the most so catch the rail to the coast, we’ll hit the
night spots, we’ll close the Tip-Tup at three
Saw the Moon Stickies show, thought the band played too slow, like the get-ups,
angels in orbit they glow
Astronauts to the kings, Pia Zadora with wings, synthesizers from space,
Galaxina in gold
They gave us pictures of Mars, they drew us maps of the stars
The ones we sent to the moon
They flew the future’s machines, their faces sold magazines
The ones we sent to the moon
They built up stars we could chase, and gave us fashion from space
The ones we sent to the moon
We watched it all with our folks, it was the world’s biggest hoax
The ones we sent to the moon
Point the way to the sky, you prayed that emo would die, bring back the new
wave, Hedda Hopper she lied
You look familiar to me, Suzanne Pleshette '63, you played the Meow Meow,
t-shirts and skirts with a sigh
They gave us pictures of Mars, they drew us maps of the stars
The ones we sent to the moon
They flew the future’s machines, their faces sold magazines
The ones we sent to the moon
They built up stars we could chase, and gave us fashion from space
The ones we sent to the moon
We watched it all with our folks, it was the world’s biggest hoax
The ones we sent to the moon
The ones we sent to the moon