Psychobitches Outta Hell

I think it's gonna be a long, long time. He'll cut down, brings me around again to find... No, not the man they think I am at home. No, no, no, no, no. I'm a rocket man.

Rocket man. Burning out his fuse. Look, pure alone. Mars ain't the kind of place to raise a kiss. And there's no one there to raise him.

And all this science, I don't understand. It's just my job five days a week. A rocket man. A rocket man. Ground control to Major Tom.

Your circuits dead. There's something wrong. Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you?