Cosy In The Rocket (Анатомия Страсти,титры)

Climb, climb into a rocket
And we set the fuse to go, go, go
Head start, cosy in the rocket
And I need to go, to go, go, go

Tip top, ready for the sky
And I'm tip top ready to go
Tip top, ready for the sky
And I'm tip top ready to go, go, go
 [bad word]  come, fly into my palm
And collapse
Oh oh, suppose you'll never know

Nobody knows where they might end up
Nobody knows
Nobody knows where they might wake up
Nobody knows

Nobody knows where they might end up
Nobody knows
Nobody knows where they might wake up
Nobody knows

Tick tack toe, you're [bad word] into place
And now the old ways don't seem [bad word] 
Stick stop do, you're only shifting
In the same old shape you always do

Tip top, ready for the sky
And I'm tip top ready to go
Tip top, ready for the sky
And I'm tip top ready to go, go, go
 [bad word]  come, fly into my palm
And collapse
Oh oh, suppose you'll never know
 [bad word]  come, fly into my palm
And collapse
Oh oh, suppose you'll never know