in the star strangled manner

sprinkle sprinkle little dust
now asunder break it must
yep below the atmosphere you fly
like a part of the orbit gone awry

loss of precision
i am not off taking
the path that i am off makin’
that's not the way
and i'm not listening to all i see

shoot shoot shoot

o’ er this con fusion
and the lights on faking
friction’s doing the baking

if i was a breaking star
i'd wish for a piece on earth
if i saw a shooting star
i'd wish for a soft bullet
if i was a dying star
i'd wish for peace of mind

rock a star out of place
need your own space

give me a sign
then this cancer
will be mine

but that’s just the american way
and you’ve got choices you say