The baby can talk to me in his hand he holds the future a broken key that fits tomorrow all welomce to new world city Just a friend A rotten kid Now a man H lives in venus Not the palce You remember The milky war Killed the race That won the price All of Space Just a friend A rotten kid He's trying to get me in trouble for lying I think he's Plotting and planting Flowers in my Head In my head Just a friend A rotten kid