Lyrics:

Trapped in the skies what am I to do?
Brothers from another planet. Ya know the truth.
Papa was a Rolling Stone
Nigga Never *brouh*
Things I used to do with her I now do alone
Never blizzard
Freako, now leaning on towers I roam
You fell with watching
Makes these pigs think my styles be drones, hah!
Fuck that bullshit
Rather walk alone
Nigga standing on the verge of, you know the song...

Super rocking, Nosaj the Great,
And morcheeba, how much more can you take?

It's
Te-te-te-te-terrible,
Te-te-te-te-terrible,
It's morcheeba

Super rocking, brothers from another planet
Ya know the truth
It's morcheeba
Super rocking brother's from another planet
Ya know the truth
Super rocking, Nosaj the Great,
And morcheeba, how much more can you take?

It's
Te-te-te-te-terrible,
Te-te-te-te-terrible,
On our way to the moon
Te-te-te-te-terrible,
Te-te-te-te-terrible,

On our way to the moon
Te-te-te-te-terrible,
Te-te-te-te-terrible,

(Do you believe? Do you really believe?)

Te-te-te-te-terrible,
Te-te-te-te-terrible,

(Do you believe? Do you really believe?)

It's morcheeba and a spaceship sighted
It's morcheeba and a spaceship sighted
It's morcheeba and a spaceship sighted

(Do you believe? Do you really believe?)