[Verse 1] Through neon skies, they roam at night, Stars above, their kitchen alight. Aliens crafting pies so rare, With flavors Earthlings wouldn’t dare. [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Slice the cosmos, fold the flame, Secret spices, none the same. Human touch, a savory feat, The taste of life, a guilty treat. [Verse 2] Flour spins in zero-g, Chefs of galaxies, wild and free. Human flesh, a tender zest, They claim it’s their interstellar best. [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Slice the cosmos, fold the flame, Secret spices, none the same. Human touch, a savory feat, The taste of life, a guilty treat. [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] “Meat of Earth,” they softly croon, Underneath a blood-red moon. What’s a meal if not surreal, In space, no laws can seal the deal. Through the void, their legend grows, A pizzeria the universe knows. Not for faint hearts or tender souls, The pies of stars take final tolls. [Bridge] “Meat of Earth,” they softly croon, Underneath a blood-red moon. What’s a meal if not surreal, In space, no laws can seal the deal. [Chorus] Slice the cosmos, fold the flame, Secret spices, none the same. Human touch, a savory feat, The taste of life, a guilty treat.
