Dog in a Satellite

As TV Stations light up the room
See the blue light shine out in Kowloon
No flying saucer’s landed
Chainsaws at the ready
Cutting up the cattle
Eating blude down in the levee
Oh, if I had a horse and a ranch of course
I would go hunting for that spaceman
With a shotgun and a torch
I hope there’s enough mamas
For the children in Peru
I hope they think of me and Miss Piggy too
This is from the dog in the satellite
Forgotten by you all
Launched in the year your daddy did the crawl
Am I a husky from Nebraska
Or Russkie from the Steppes
I cabled you in Central and I haven’t give up yet
Somebody say yeah
I’ve had enough of nyet
I’m barking out all over
On this salt 2 set
Don’t shoot me with the laser
You gotta fool with your tool
But I’m the doggone all-bit one
So keep that ray gun cool
I only have a TV and some calcium
And a 10 cent model of the planetarium
This is from the dog in the satellite
I see you jam the beaches
I see the hurricanes
I see the drug boats running down the Spanish Main
I see the rosy light touch the tender fields of war
I see the miner freeze at the mountain door
I see the lousy writer reach for his 44
And like Hemingway
Go flying down to Papa Doc’s war
I see them signing up and I see them signing in
I’m hooked up to a drip made of methamphetamine
This is from the dog in the satellite