Baby you know it's not about you Orbiting as it is around you Soon to be clear Beyond your domain Doesn't it stink to be human? Fallible, weak. So tiresome How could a god create a beast so low? How should I know? Baby you know it's not about you All of the bars around the black holes Teeming with freedmen and glorioles Waiting for new stars to break on through Brokers and lawyers in the back rooms Briefcases filled with profane sums Cadillac waiting by the sub-space port All aboard Baby you know it's not about you Baby you know it's not about you Neutron Star Beautiful remnant in the night sky Blue like Mars Blue like any other street light Afraid of the dark Afraid of nothing Afraid of the future When it's not about you Baby you know it's not about you Orbiting as it is around you Soon to be clear Beyond your domain Three volcanoes and a rose bush Soon to be nothing, soon enough Seven of diamonds to the eight of spades