Frentix, quafe, boosters in a seedy space bar Kinda mix really well in a dead pilot star If I feel like talking I'll never be wrong If I feel like flying you'd best come along I harden my shields, crank the boosts up high Till my palms are wet and my cap is dry I am looking for a mother that'll get me high Just a stupid motherfucker if I die I die Imma... MIDNIGHT SPACE FIGHT