the morning image from the satellite is all blue and green
and we've all got wounds to clean
here's a rag, here's some gasoline
she wakes up fine are rested well
released at last from in the sleeping cell
breathing comes with ease
it's a sweet revenge,
built with a chemical ride
my medicine man is the best,
wires to the temples, place them on
let's see how we sound
it's all green to me
what a sweet revenge
it's all green to me

see me liftoff one by one
i see a cool spot here
lets go down
peddle to the ground
a lovely mess
that i am blessed to see
of me, of me

she lifts her wings up high
sends her shrill of lifetime until we die.
and all the dream's and tale's
perfected in the colored sky!

the morning image from the satellite is all blue and green
and we've all got wounds to clean
here's a rag, here's some gasoline
it's all green to me