We obey to the call
(Or) whatever, you name it
Day by day, door to door
There's a story crawling on
It's a journey, it's a song
And it drives us all along

We're the space ship men, oh oh
We're the space ship men

People walk on a ball
Live on a bullet
No one's bound to sweep the floor
Stop staring at your socks
We're the ever-aging scotch
Feeling dry and on a rock



We're the space ship men, oh oh
We're the space ship men
« Who said you needed a home, boys and girls ?
We never had one
And never will. »

Sometimes in life, You find that kindred soul,
Least that's how it appears, Then love grows cold.
I've found me a honey,She's bound by my spell,
So joyful and sunny,
A true southern belle.


Hair hang loose down her body,
Smells so sweet in the air,
Big caboose, yeah she got it,
Magnifique derriere.


True sensation she knows it,
Leaves me dazed and confused,
Stole my heart and she froze it,
Now I'm battered and bruised.

I feel like my life is better with you in it,
So don't try to tell me why we should ruin this,
There's no rhyme or reason to what you're thinkin' now,
But I'm tryin' to make something of this somehow.

Her blood runs cold,
Ain't no heart of gold,
Indecision controls,
But you're my kindred soul.


I feel like my life is better with you in it,
So don't try to tell me why we should ruin this,
There's no rhyme or reason to what you're thinkin' now,
But I'm tryin' to make something of this somehow.


My heart is on the line,
We're runnin' out of time,
I'm anything but fine,
And I don't like it.


Devoid of heart of soul,
Ooh girl your blood is running cold,
Oh ain't got no heart of gold,
Ì watch this tragedy unfold,
Be big, be brave, be bold,
Oh gotta find that kindred soul.

Tous les jours tu me parles d'amour, comme ça,
Tu me parles tout bas, tu me parles d'amour,
Et pourtant tu n'es plus une enfant,
mais les mots que tu dis ont toujours la force et la fureur du volcan.


Tu vois moi aussi malgres mes mains d'homme,
je suis l'adolescent ,
je suis l'enfant,
sans autre ambition que de te suivre en courant du Vesuve jusqu'à Rome,
avec la determination de la lave en fusion.


Des mots d'enfant des mots de femme,
des mots qui jouent des tours de vague-à-l'âme,
Et quand tu me parles tout bas, de chansons et d'amour,
tu es la source profonde, l'éruption de lave en fusion.


Tu vois moi aussi avec mes mains d'homme,
je suis l'adolescent ,
je suis l'enfant, sans aucune autre ambition,
que de te suivre en courant du Vesuve jusqu'à Rome,
avec la folle determination de la lave en fusion.