Rocket

Rock and roll is fucking useless
One of my excuses
For throwing in the towel and giving up
I’m down for packing up my Saturn
And flooring it to Nebraska
You’ve gotta get on your rocket
Full speed ahead
Straight towards the moon
Don’t matter if it’s grad school in Boston
Or Christmas trees in Austin
Do what you gotta do
Shut up already, I get the picture
You go to school, make out, make kids, and die
I’m scared of packing up my Windstar
And flooring it to Nebraska
You’ve gotta get on your rocket
Full speed ahead
Straight towards the moon
Don’t matter if it’s grad school in Boston
Or Christmas trees in Austin
Do what you gotta do
I think it’s high time
That I take off
I think it’s high time
That I take off
I think it’s high time
That I take off
I think it’s high time
That I take off
You’ve gotta get on your rocket
Full speed ahead
Straight towards the moon
Don’t matter if it’s grad school in Boston
Or Christmas trees in Austin
Do what you gotta do