Original lyrics

EN

Androids on morphine System malfunctioning In space I float I'm a ghost, I'm a ghost Major Tom is dead He put a gun to his head And so it seemed His blood boiling Help me I'm calling I'm calling One twelve nineteen ninety-two If the parents knew how it would grow A baby cries A scared little child Speaking in tongues Illusions in gibberish The pilot's out of it What can we make of this? Mouth I foam I won't go I won't go Help me I'm calling I'm calling And I'm out here all alone In this hell that I call home And I will pray When something wicked comes my way Help me I'm calling I'm calling Help me I'm calling I'm calling Help me And I'm out here all alone (I'm calling) In this hell that I call home And I will pray (I'm calling) When something wicked comes my way