I got garden style, major moves.
I got the stuff, and I think that proves,
You better move it out! Nature calls!
You got the point? I’m gonna bust your balls!
Here it comes!
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space
And I’m bad.
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space
A real hard case. You can’t beat this trouble, man.
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space
So just give it up. It’s all over, ace.
I’m mean and green.
(Mean green mother from outer space.)
I’m mean and green.
(Mean green mother from outer space.)
I’m mean and green.
(Mean green mother from outer space.)
And I…am…bad!
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep, and caverns old We must away ere break of day To find our long forgotten gold. The pines were roaring on the height The winds were moaning in the night The fire was red It flaming spread The trees like torches blazed with light
“I can’t stop this feeling, deep inside of me
Girl you just don’t realize, what you do to me
When you ho!d me, in your arms so tight
You let me know, everything’s alright
I-I-I I’m hooked on a feeling”
In my memory the past is fading. The future has been redesigned. It´s hard to focus on when I´m running out of time. Surrounded by streetlights at midnight, my destination is unknown. I walk these empty streets alone. Digital dreems thrive in the moonlight, I´m only flesh, circuit and bones. I walk these empty streets alone.