Poseur Tom

Ground Control to Poseur Tom
Ground Control to Poseur Tom
Take your Risperdal and put your tinfoil on

Ground Control to Poseur Tom
Commencing putdown, logic on
Check cognition and may God's love be with you

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five,
Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff

This is Ground Control to Poseur Tom
You've really made our day
And the posters want to know whose Oath you swear
Now it's time to see some fact checks if you dare

"This is Poseur Tom to Ground Control I'm peeking through the door And I'm posting like a Moscow tool they say And the facts look very different today

For here
Am I sitting in my tin foil
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And for that I blame the Jew

Though I've passed one hundred Marxist lies
I'm feeling like a shill
And I think my basebat knows I need a blow
Tell my wife I'm nuts like so very much she knows"

Ground Control to Poseur Tom
Your theory's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Poseur Tom?
Can you hear me, Poseur Tom?
Can you hear me, Poseur Tom?
Can you....

"Here am I floating in my tin foil Barking at the Moon Planet Earth is blue And for that I blame the Jew.."