Space Machine

from by The Good

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Come and take a ride in my space machine.
It's a gas inside of my automobean.
'Cause it's a bigger trip than Star Trek and it's cooler than James Dean.

Yeah, you want it.
You know that it's a comet.
Everybody jump in my space machine.


Ooh, yeah, step on it.
You cannot outrun it.
Come and take a ride in my space machine.

Running from the law in my space machine.
Everybody saw; now I won't come clean.
Well, if the ticket booth attendant hadn't acted so pristine...

Yeah, you want it...

I'm cut off.
Can't get ahold of me.
I'm so cut off, you can't get ahold of me.
I'm wearing cut-offs my Aunt Greta sold to me.

Suddenly they've found me in my space machine.
Faster, faster, right and left, my motor screams.
And now the woman in the Honda makes her little fist obscene.

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from Breaking Up & Down, released March 28, 2000

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The Good Chicago, Illinois

The Good is the creation of singer / songwriters Tony Rogers (tonyrogers.bandcamp.com) and Devin Arkin (who died from brain cancer in late 2016), joined by John Scholvin (guitar), Dave Rothkopf (bass), and John Goodman (drums). The band began making waves on the Chicago music scene in the early 90's; they've released 4 critically acclaimed full length studio albums, and more. ... more

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