Yeah.Drifting on the spaceway by the Beetlejuice HotelMapping out constellations of the place I know so wellSifting through the system for the piece that knows my nameEndlessly I list them in the master gameWelcome to my worldWelcome to my only worldWelcome to my only worldMy head is full of space junkBut your words are coming throughI'm riding on space junkAnd it's bringing me to youBringing me to youThrough the tenth dimensionTo the certainties beyondPre-millennial tensionAnd the subatomic bombMachine that spins within meAnd the spirit that drives me onSearching for an answerWelcome to my worldWelcome to my only worldMy head is full of space junkBut your words are getting throughI'm riding on space junkAnd it's bringing me to youBringing me to youYeahIt's bringing me to youOh yeahOhSitting on space junkWhat am I to do?I'm riding on space junkAnd it's bringing me to youMy head is full of space junkBut your words are coming throughMy head is full of space junkBut your words are coming throughAnd it's bringing me to youBringing me to youIt's bringing me to youThat's awesomeIt's bringing me to youto youit's bringing me to youyou