Lyrics ATL - Планета Железяка

Oh, a thousand years as my autopilot asked the correct vector
I fly on the red branch with an unidentified flying object
There is no normal homo sapiens, there are only scraps
Rare specimens. Here we fly for lunch to them.

Krapali spices sprinkle through the palms and fingers
Worms over the dunes are sleeping, people are dying from spice
All your children carry their bright light heads in their knapsacks.
And soon these holes will appear in these little heads blacker than I'Pans

You are fired by someone who is keen, Dr. Zoidberg is treating you
You are boiled in gastric juice, you are all plants here. Versus zombies.
You up to such as we are creatures as the moon squatting
Little people all, the planet-piece of iron

Dirt, blood and sweat from the face
Stuff in your mouth lead
So you want to quit all
But someone else with darling asks

Here the older brother is sitting catchy
Pterodactyl in chickens
Astronauts to pioneers
In October, whose elbows in a row

Humanoids are unfit! You are all clone clones
The larvae are full of bosom
This planet is fascinated. Battling for havchik robot
In a stylish robe. Energomilo cooks invader Ronald.

In the food chain, you are the weakest links, the weakest beasts
You have the brightest feathers. You have no more patience.
You can gouge me a third eye and deprive of mental vision.
Fuck - break me tentacles

The middle anthill is a giant, the life of an ant is not easy in it
Ninth district trample insect illegal
Regeneration process, instead of a heart long prosthesis
Here the sun and unlikely Prot will return to the planet Ka-Peks

(2 times)
Dirt, blood and sweat from the face
Stuff in your mouth lead
So you want to quit all
But someone else with darling asks

Here the older brother is sitting catchy
Pterodactyl in chickens
Astronauts to pioneers
In October, whose elbows in a row