Dm / Dm7(b)5
Beep, beep, beep This is ground control to planet Earth Through all the channels I go back and forth But, I can not establish communications No relations Perhaps at the wheel... they've fallen asleep? Perhaps the real deal... they're in way too deep? Maybe one deactivates while the other dismantles Maybe some hallucinate while the others go mental Could be all hate and none are gentle Then, I'll be glad I couldn't get their handle Beep, beep, beep This is ground control to planet, Earth Can you read me I know you'll bleed me If given the opportunity Maybe one decomposes while the other deteriorates Maybe some hesitate while the others go irate Who supposes that they've abandoned their post Off on a trajectory about pride and how to boast Beep, beep, beep Do you read Will you concede You're off on a wrong tangent All these beeps are giving me the creeps Please tell me what is meant by your treatment