Q (Evolution of the Blood Star)

Mama you can heal me
When you bake the cake
Mama you can heal me
When you bake the cake
Papa can you hear me that I made the grade
Papa can you hear me that I made the grade
You find soul in whole In my ruins
Feel protected not neglected
Safe amid the loons
In the middle of the riddle
You will find balloons
To make you higher, lighter, brighter
Than the moon
I’ll find you some metal deep beneath the wounds
I’ll find you a medal deep beneath the wound
I’ll find you a medal deep beneath the wound
I’ll find you a medal deep beneath the wound
Mama you can heal me
When you bake the cake
Mama you can heal me
When you bake the cake
Papa can you hear me that I made the grade
Papa can you hear me that I made the grade
I am the Q Without the U,
U hear nothing I am a firm believer
And it’s gotta mean something
Queer and quintessential
Blindly unassuming
Empowered not embittered
Freedom’s day will soon be looming
I’ll find you a medal deep beneath the wound
I’ll find you a medal deep beneath the wound
I’ll find you a medal deep beneath the wound
I’ll find you a medal deep beneath the wound
Mama you can heal me
When you bake the cake
Mama you can heal me
When you bake the cake
Papa can you hear me that I made the grade
Papa can you hear me that I made the grade
Yeah Yeah Yeah…
Wander the rhythm of the blood star boom
Climb into the wonder of the evolution tune
And in the paces, hurried spaces
Between your thoughts
Lies a longing, calming, belonging, to love lost
I’ll find a revolution for the thirst you face
I’ll find a revolution for the thirst you face
I’ll find a revolution for the thirst you face
Evolution of the blood star becomes the first race
Mama you can heal me
When you bake the cake
Mama you can heal me
When you bake the cake
Papa can you hear me that I made the grade
Papa can you hear me that I made the grade…