"And thou he stood, upon deck, hunting the lion of the zodiac, the black hole treasures. Failure is promised in the palm of your hands.........."



Im the galactic pirate, long john mercury//
Onboard my ship, travelled the 7 galactic seas//
Feed supernova crackers to the zorg on my arm//
Guided by the starfish, illumanti force mist farm//
Energy fed from red rum to support my light-dagger lunge//
Flag in your visions, run and hide in the third rock from the sun//
I take all kinds of preasure from all inter-steller weather//
Inter-planetery astroid sail surfing ride extreme pleasure//
Jump forth demensions of teslar, with my magnificent ship//
Visible electrodes drips across the side, numbers past statistics//
Find treasure within saturn, pump the gas, racing ju. peter//
Following zodiac patterns with speeds past physical perimeters//
Iron cast cogs ripping hard, cannon defense with supernova stars//
Keep a camoflage hard-drive, data stored in my mission log//
Ripping rocks, infiltrating space shuttles, jumping astronauts//
With voltron electron laser force vapourise ya eyes blind//
99 alloy mixture eyepatch, attack like the players of a rugby match//
Pull up to meteoric islands, the galactic pirate rhyming science//
Digging black holes with sapped souls from the zodaic lion//
The burning equinox, running across celestial spherical objects//
Open chest, scripts written in extra-terrerestrail offsea text//
Long john mercury, the satilite battle fighter//
The space-man pirate, of the moonship rider//