Rocket Cathedrals

I’ve been a bad boy, you know the way
Became an airboy and changed my name
My airship dreams had found a clearer sky
I’ve been thinking about the state I’m in
I started sinking a bottle of gin
In this rocket cathedral pointing to the sky.
And I’m spacebound again, I need the money
And I can’t see the stars, it’s so funny,
Until I’m earthbound again, I’ll miss you honey
In this rocket cathedral pointing to the sky.
Some go to Lucifer, some may be crucified,
I’m gonna Mars
Some talk to celluloid, some talk to shiny cars,
I talk to stars
I’ve been thinking about all the ways
That a whizz man spends all his days
In a rocket cathedral pointing to the sky
Wish I was grounded, and see the last of my days
And get rebounded down the Milky Way
In a rocket cathedral pointing to the stars.
So I’ll go to Lucifer and I may be crucified,
Goodbye Mars
I’ll talk to celluloid, I’ll drive a shiny car,
Bye bye stars.
From Phil Brookes