Clink * clank * dishware * washer on repair

Vision blurry hide behind* fluids of the gaseous giant

Thicc and dense the atmosphere * Bodies drinking fools

Droning sounds the jukebox it’s all fucking Elvis

Come on in, sit your ass down, buy a drink, another round

And the Gravity is crushing down * but they’re swimming on the walls * crush the lung to barely breath

Flip turn and bash in head * luke warm maybe dead

Still the Gravity is all crushing down * but they’re swimming on the walls

But they’re swimming

Drive, ny, fly far young wanderer * Grace never this doorstep ever again * Stranded * On a barren moon of Saturn