_Rocket to the Moon_
 by The Gillroyd Parade

On a rocket to the moon
A silver shell I like to think of as a cocoon
We should land to spread our wings out pretty soon
We'll leave behind the facists and all their goons
The trials and troubles of a world stuck at High Noon
To come to quiet and the endless stretching dunes...

Chorus:
And it's clear
We've nothing here
So when we clear
The atmosphere
And disappear
Relief will be sheer
We'll be
In the clear sea
Of tranquility

They'd gone round building camps
For undesirables, the feckless and the tramps
We used them to build the access ramps
The inside boosters and accelerator damps
We paid them regular in days off and food stamps
The dead we buried out beyond the range of lamps

Chorus

We didn't like to make a fuss
With our rockets they had Europe in a truss
Man 'twas so messed up there was nothing left to muss
We built this thing so quick we thought they'd never suss
There's a question troubling me though, runs as thus:
Are we escaping them or are they getting rid of us?

Chorus


_Chords_

D           A       
On a rocket to the moon
Bm                       G                D
A silver shell I like to think of as a cocoon
D                            A                G
We should land to spread our wings out pretty soon
D                      A                       Bm
We'll leave behind the facists and all their goons
Bm                           G                   D
The trials and troubles of a world stuck at High Noon
D                        A                  G
To come to quiet and the endless stretching dunes...

Chorus:

D        A
And it's clear
A             G
We've nothing here
G
So when we clear
G         D
The atmosphere
D        A
And disappear
A              G
Relief will be sheer
G
We'll be
G
In the clear sea
G         D 
Of tranquility