Rocket Songtext
von Rozwell Kid

Rock and roll is fucking useless
One of my excuses
For throwing in the towel and giving up
I′m down for packing up my Saturn
Point it towards Nebraska

You've got to get in your rocket
Full speed ahead, straight towards the moon
No matter if it′s grad school in Boston
Or Christmas trees in Austin
Do what you gotta do


Shut up already, I get the picture
You go to school, make out, make kids, and die
I'm scared of packing up my Windstar
Point it towards Nebraska

You've got to get in your rocket
Full speed ahead, straight towards the moon
No matter if it′s grad school in Boston
Or Christmas trees in Austin
Do what you gotta do

I think it′s high time that I take off
I think it's high time that I take off
I think it′s high time that I take off
I think it's high time that I take off


You′ve got to get in your rocket
Full speed ahead, straight towards the moon
No matter if it's grad school in Boston
Or Christmas trees in Austin
Do what you gotta do