Drunk aviators high up in the air Ain't what you want it to be And I've got a fever, but nobody cares It's like some dreaded disease My heart is made of gold And I'll never let you go We've seen this all before And we never had the answer So get on top and make me scream My native tongue is harmony So get on top and in between My native tongue is harmony One space invader fell down on the stairs She gets so bad I can see Nobody wants her and nobody cares It's like some dreaded disease My bond becomes the word Black salt upon the Earth Go tell them what you heard That we never had the answer So get on top and make me scream My native tongue is harmony So get on top and in between My native tongue is harmony