Cosmic War

Onion… ay ay ay, ay ay
Onion
Onion… ay ay
Cosmic War

That woman’s pulling tricks in my life
And her tricks don’t fool me.
The musician knows that in his guitar
There’s music and he sings.
Welcome to the logic
Of the folks from the Cosmic War
Good people
Few people
Hey tourist, come here.

The folks from the Cosmic War (working at work)
Are always up to something (working at)
Always in some hustle (working at work)
You get it, baby?
And she’s like: no, no, no.

Working means grinding hard (No!)
Selling, like sailing
And that woman forgot to buy
The tourist guide (ta, ta, ta ta ta)
That they sell at the kiosks over there
In the star of eternity
Oh, give me a kiss, love, 'cause I’m off
To make my fortune (Where?)
Working on the moon

Oh, working on the street
In the streets of this moon
Working on the street of this moon
Working on the street, ah!
The folks from the Cosmic War (working at work)
Are always up to something

Battling (oh, working on the street)
In the streets of this moon (working on the street of this moon)
Battling (oh, working on the street)
In the streets of this moon (working on the street of this moon)

Onion, ah ah…

The folks from the Cosmic War
Are always up to something
What’s the chorus say?
Working on the street
Working on the street of this moon
Working on the street
Call the folks from the Cosmic War!!
Cosmic War!
Cosmic War! I sing it and come dance with the Cosmic War
Cosmic War!
Cosmic War! I sing it and come dance with the Cosmic War
Cosmic War!
Cosmic War! I sing it and come dance with the Cosmic War