Satellite

Babies on beach blankets headed for Mars
 Cute guys in crew cuts with the day goes to bars
 There's a pretty lady in a bikini
 Her eyes are clear
 But her teeth look like smashed out window panes
 She's trying to fix her dreams
 With seaweed and sushi and carrot juice and wheat germ
 There's a wide wall
 That she can't see over now
 But that's ok
 Because mistakes are allowed when you're a
 Satellite
 A jog in the morning with some vitamins
 Then go to a singles bar
 California is sure lovely
 It's the home of the stars
 And everybody's got a great body, but mine
 That's just fine
 Cuz everybody's so shriveled up inside
 They're trying to hide behind
 Power Bars and Vollyball and Valium
 It's a wide wall
 That we can't see over now
 But that's ok
 We're still growing
 You know that
 Mistakes are allowed when you're a
 Satellite
 No matter where you go
 You can't outrun a cold
 No matter what you do
 You can't escape the flu
 No matter how you try
 You can't stop a satellite
 In Hollywood there's all these heroes
 They're strung out on grace
 Half-skinned gypsies
 They're crying to leave this place
 There are souls stuck in a bone machine
 They are dying in crowded rooms
 They are dying of blood on bone
 They are crushed by?
 Cigarettes and? and high hopes
 There's a wide wall
 That we can't see over now
 But that's all right
 We're still growing
 You know that
 Mistakes are allowed when you're a
 Satellite
 You can't hold back a Satellite
 Satellite
 Babies on beach blankets headed for Mars