The Church - Space Needle lyrics

Getting kinda greedy Need a space needle Stick it straight through the crust s** up all the magma Put it in a bag-ma And blow it through your brains till you bust Where oblivion is beckoning Where the fire furn(?) is reckoning Getting kinda famished with all this talk of famine I could(?) survive on bread alone Gimme me space needle so I don't wanna wheedle I need these planets close to my bone Where oblivion is beckoning Where the fire furn(?) is reckoning Getting kinda nervous the way ellipses curve us It's a mystery to me we don't fall Where's my space needle? I wanna a little?? I wanna wish good luck to you all Where oblivion is beckoning Where the fire furn(?) is reckoning