The Church Space Needle song lyrics

Getting kinda greedy

Need a space needle

Stick it straight through the crust

Suck up all the magma

Put it in a bag-ma

And blow it through your brains till you bust

Where oblivion is beckoning

Where the fire furn(?) is reckoning

Getting kinda famished with all this talk of famine

I could(?) survive on bread alone

Gimme me space needle so I don't wanna wheedle

I need these planets close to my bone

Where oblivion is beckoning

Where the fire furn(?) is reckoning

Getting kinda nervous the way ellipses curve us

It's a mystery to me we don't fall

Where's my space needle?

I wanna a little?

I wanna wish good luck to you all

Where oblivion is beckoning

Where the fire furn(?) is reckoning