Drums On The Wheel

Calling Comrade
 This is Major Sagar
 Do you read me comrade?
 Comrade, damn it! Come in!
 Comrade, please respond!
 His brian is fried, pack it up, missions' over
 Do you read me?
 Do you read me?
 Do I need to reach through the TV?
 Do I need to reach through the Ouija?
 Houston I may have gone too Houdini
 I'm too uneasy, I'm out of face
 And I'm orange tang and I'm powdered eggs
 And my radio has been down for days
 I just stand around and sound out the phrase
 It go, "Do you read me?"
 Shook up, shoot a beanie
 I'll look for the mall graffiti
 Deep end of some hellhole
 Come de-tech this tempo
 I been feeding back in these headphones
 Beating back a profound fear
 Farewell to my breadcrumbs
 Is anybody even out there?
 I'm like out there in that true 3D
 That new ether that "Do you read me?"
 You don't read me, I'm barely a thing
 Staring off, I'm too scared to blink
 I might shrink some and I shrink more
 Shrink past this pink dwarf
 No sign of my polestar
 But oh, up here it don't mean North
 Deep space and no G-force
 And more tumble out to some death bells
 Some bleep bleep robot voice
 Some red-light, some send help
 Street meet some E.T. to come
 Deep fry and all freak grease and re-hone
 Reach out, reap what he sow
 Jesus, do you read me?
 We don't
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 And I play drums on the wheel
 Whether feeling out of touch
 Or outgunned in the field
 Drums on the wheel
 Bomb sites and blackouts
 And fog lights and gas clouds
 Jockey through vacuums
 None of our flaps down, it's shocking
 Shot off just one small part of some squadron
 That ain't once chosen to abort shit
 Now we've honed in on our problem
 Non-stop until he stop and see
 What kind of quadrant he got lost in
 Do you read me, that option
 When y'alls options are exhausted
 I been dropped off in this mosh pit
 Instead of locked into one orbit
 Knock knock, fall back
 Or this cockpit is my coffin
 Boss levels, I'm doomed to repeat
 New dance called, "Do you read me?"
 It evolved as if beyond the kind of macho
 What's none ping in my transponder
 What's what the copy y'all plan to conjure
 Been handed back to y'all unresponsive
 Ten-hut now I'm in sync
 Phone home but just ring and ring
 Asteroids that leave marks
 And black holes that eat stars
 Green cheese and GPS
 Be decked with detours
 Fuel gauge around E street
 And my beacons are all blinked out
 I might slink up in that junk heap
 You can't read in or pin down
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 And I play drums on the wheel
 Whether feeling out of touch
 Or outgunned in the field
 Drums on the wheel
 And I play drums on the wheel
 Whether feeling out of touch
 Or outgunned in the field
 Drums on the wheel