Once upon a time
It was a heinous crime
To do that dirty deed
Now it seem sublime
We brought the information home
We went to outer space
We left without a trace
When our rockets fired
You should have seen your face
We left you sitting on that stone
Now we’re back again
And we’re a fucking ten
And we’re feeling fine
Yeah, we’re feeling zen
While you play on your trombone
It’s like we broke the law
With all the shit we saw
We went and got new rules
For doing algebra
We brought the information home
We brought the information home
So all the good people could know
We mapped the places you can go
We brought the information home
We brought the information home
So all the good people could know
We mapped the places you can go
We brought the information home
We brought the information home
So all the good people could know
We mapped the places you can go
We brought the information home
We brought the information home
So all the good people could know
We mapped the places you can go
We brought the information home