Oxygen (8 Bit)

In the starship whopper box, I'm gonna crashland. Wishin' I was home in the space van. The sky is green and the ground is chrome. I'd like to take my suit off but it's too f**kin' cold. So, I go into town to grab a beer- Didn't know humans we're so weird. They started talkin' shit and ran me out of Dodge, Back to the ship in the f**kin' space pod. I need oxygen or I'm-a be dead. If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead. Cold chillin' on a different terrain. I don't even know my own name. Is it Ronny, Bobby, Ricky, or LeFrost? I don't know because I'm lost. I'm seein' red. It's gettin to my head. If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead. I need oxygen or I'm-a be dead. If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead. I'm flyin' the motherf**kin' UFO, Restin' my feet on the cruise control. Comin' straight towards Earth and it's all too slow 'Cause me and my robot don't wanna go. Gettin' hard to breathe so I flipped the switch, But the oxygen's out- ain't that a bitch! Crashlandin', in the canyon. Cursin' up a storm, straight sheer ba-bam-bam. I need oxygen or I'm-a be dead. If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead. I landed on this planet, full of ugly creatures: Furry ape-men with bumby features. All these angry humans pollutin' the air, Destroyin' their home without a care. Primitive communication, primitive transportation