Space pope flies as the fiery ride Taken to their leaders I avert my eyes The cosmic ballet descends And the preachers pretend the end The people all are pulsing then Space pope steals your soul Now he's riding his glass machine Waving to galaxies, sight unseen He's got an appetite He's willing to lose It all depends on how your father loves you Space pope steals your soul Right into a black hole Plaguing all the world with death Stretching out the savior's nest Filling space with final breath That's the way we spell success Space pope steals your soul Right into a black hole