text: Bear paws and rascal power
  Watching us in your garage
  Big girl, you ate the neighbor
  The nova is over
  Wake up and play, Balleradio
  Make room for Claras bare feet
  The love of a Martian
  Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
  This clock is opening another door
  Lots of love just keep it comin
  Makin something out of nothin
  These are the best that I—
  I dont know how to say, losin what I love today
  These are the best that I—
  Lots of love just keep it comin 
  Makin something out of nothin
  These are the best that I—
  I dont know what to say , look at what Ive lost today
  And these are the things that I—
  Blood flowers in the kitchen
  Signing off and winding down
  This Martian ends her mission
  The nova is over
  She caught the ball by the mission bell
  Chase lizards, bark at donkeys
  The love of a Martian
  Lets bow our heads and let the trumpets blow
  Our girl is gone, God bless her little soul
  Lots of love just keep it comin
  Makin something out of nothin
  These are the best that I—
  I dont know how to say, losin what I love today
  These are the best that I—
  Lots of love just keep it comin 
  Makin something out of nothin
  These are the best that I—
  I dont know what to say , look at what Ive lost today
  And these are the things that I—
  She’s got sword in case, though this is not her Lord in case
  The one who can’t afford to face her image, is restored to grace
  Disappeared, no trace
  Musky tears, suitcase
  The down turn brave little burncub
  Bearcareless turnip snare rampages pitch color pages
  Down and out, but not in Vegas
  Disembarks and disengages, no loft
  Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop
  Dewskin fortitude for the sniffing black noses that snort and allude
  To the dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt
  Cough go, drink its— Its for you!
  Blue battered naval town slip kisses, delivered by duck muscles and bottlenosed grifters
  Arrive in time to catch the late show
  Its a beehive barrel race, a shehive stare and chase
  Wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her
  Embossed beneath a box, in the closet thats lost, the kind that you find when you mind your own business
  Shiv sister to the quickness, before it blisters into the newmorning milk blanket
  Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunny whose bouquet set a course for bloom without decay
  Get your broom and sweep echoes of yester nights fallen freckles away!