Death Of A Martian Bear paws and rascal powerWatching us in your garageBig girl you ate the neighborThe nova is overWake up and playBalleradioMake room for clara's bare feetThe love of a martianTick tock and waiting for the meteorThis clock is opening another doorLots of love just keep it comin'Making something out of nothin'These are the best that II don't know how to sayLosin' what I love todayThese are the best that ILots of love just keep it comin'Making something out of nothin'These are the best that II don't know what to sayLook at what I lost todayAnd these are the things that IBlood flowers in the kitchenSigning off and winding downThis martain ends her missionThe nova is overShe caught the ballBy the mission bellChase lizards bark at donkeysThe love of a martianLet's bow our headsAnd let the trumpets blowOur girl is goneGod bless her little soulShe's got sword in caseTho this is not her lord incaseThe one who can't afford to faceHer image is restored to graceDisappearedNo traceMusky tearsSuitcaseThe down turn braveLittle burncub bearcareless turnip snareRampages pitch color pages...Down and out but not in VegasDisembarks and disengagesNo loftSweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitudeFor the sniffing black noses that snort and alludeTo dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink itsIt's for youBlue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duckMuscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late showIt's a beehive barrel raceA shehive stare and chase wasted featureWho tried and failed to reach herEmbossed beneath a box in the closet that's lostThe kind that you find when you mind your own mysteriesShiv sister to the quickness before it blistersInto the newmorning milk blanketYour ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunnyWhose bouquet set a course for bloom without decayGet you broom and sweep the echoes of yesternightsFallen freckles away Morte de uma marciana Patas de urso e poder patifeOlhando para nos em sua garagemGordinha voce comeu o vizinhoA nova acabouLevante-se e toqueBalleradioAbra espaco para os pes descalcos, ClaraO amor de uma marcianaTic tac, esperando pelo meteoroEste relogio esta abrindo uma outra portaMuito amor mantem o movimentoFazendo alguma coisa do nadaEstes sao o melhor que euEu nao sei como dizerPerdendo o que eu amo hojeEstes sao o melhor que euMuito amor mantem o movimentoFazendo alguma coisa do nadaEstes sao o melhor que euEu nao sei como dizerPerdendo o que eu amo hojeEstes sao o melhor que euFlores de sangue na cozinhaSaindo e diminuindoEste martir termina a sua missaoA nova acabouEla pegou a bolaPelo sinoPerseguiu lagartos, latiu para os macacosO amor de uma marcianaVamos baixar nossas cabecasE deixar as trombetas sopraremA nossa menina se foiDeus abencoe sua pequena almaEla tem a espada prontaEmbora este nao seja seu senhorO que nao pode se dar ao luxo de enfrentarSua imagem e restaurada para gracaDesapareceuSem deixar vestigioLagrimas almiscaradasMalaA recessao bravaPequeno pedaco de naboRampas pintam as paginas de pretoDeprimido mas nao em Las VegasDesembarques e quebras de compromissosSem loftDoces canarios rosados, gaiolas de ameixa fortesPara o nariz farejando preto que o fareja e aludePara berloques pendurados que imitam a tosse suja,