Stoobis in the Sky Songtext
von Mark Lint

I′ve phoned in my last day of work in this doghouse
I've flushed all my drugs and stripped down to the bone
I′m over, it's ended, I can't wait to fly
I′ll be petting my Stoobis in the sky

We roll up the maps and turn off the computers
Screw out the light bulbs from sockets and users
Unplug your brain and we′ll ship it on high
I'll be petting my Stoobis in the sky


An age of amusement has passed on into nothing
A party we burned through, an amp that′s stopped humming
A long, lonely look at the place we will die
I'll be petting my Stoobis in the sky

This old cold life! A wet, awful slice!
A ruddy tub, a ruddy tub, a whole lot of lice!
Oh, cruel God unshackle the locks on this guy!
I′ll be petting my Stoobis in the sky

It's over, I′m ended I'm saying goodbye
I'll be petting my Stoobis in the sky