Comet

Tim Powles/Chris Campbell

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Lyrics (unofficial)

She was waiting for her mother
To drop her home from school
Skinny creep from science said
There's a message for you -
A message

Phone home, phone home
There's a surprise
Something about a video - no
A ride and a ticket for two
Yeah, your mother's got a trip to a better place
She wants you to come
But she knows you've got a previous engagement
It's social night at school and the dj's real cool
He'll play some rap and techno and U2
And some bad religion
So she said at midnight when you're dancing in my arms
Yeah, right, as if
So she said to think of her
And if not she'll be flying overhead

Hitch a ride on a comet
Outlive the stars
Live like a god
Hitch a ride on a comet
Ride on a comet
Fly like a rocket

So your dancing at the disco
To the halebop
And the skinny creep from science
Is way too uncool
It's about 11:30 pm
The punchbowl is dry
The bad girls are doing it already outside
But not this little pet of mother's love
Pet of mother's pride
Mother's milk, mother's love
You really should phone home
There's a message for you

Say goodbye to me
Say goodbye to me (from the church)
Say goodbye to me (phone your mother)
Say goodbye to me

Tears are rolling down
Like you really give a shit about it
As if someone died
You're feigning your indifference
You'd rather cross the river to the other side
Yeah, did you read about how mother died
How your mother died

So you're dancing at the disco
To the halebop (and she died)
The skinny creep from science
Was way too uncool
It's like about 11:30
And the punchbowl is dry (she's flying overhead)
The bad girls are doing it already outside (she's flying overhead)

You can fly like a rocket
Outlive the stars
Live like a god
Ride on a comet

Fly like a rocket
Outlive the stars
Live like a god
Ride on a comet

(Yeah, did you read how mother died)