Lyrics: Ugly Americans. Spacesuit.

Cincinnati apple pie
Where do we go when we die?
I don't care and that ain't no lie
I don't know where and I don't know why

Everything is a part of me and part of you
Everything is a part of me and part of you
I got my spacesuit on, I got my spacesuit on
And I?m ready to fly away

New York City, LSD
Shinning brighter than a Christmas tree
You, I am supposed to be
I'm finding easier to see

Everything is a part of you and part of me
Everything is a part of you and part of me
I got my spacesuit on, I got my spacesuit on
And I?m ready to fly away