Rejects in the Sky

We,

 We are analogous

     to something kinda fabulous.

Just ignore the fuss

     and come with us.

We're riding on the only bus

     that never needs new tires, cause

     we're in the sky.

We're in the sky.

On up,

     into the stratosphere,

     out of,

     this human atmosphere.

We're alien,

     don't need 'em here. 

The principles that we hold dear

     are all the ones they tend to fear,

     but we're the ones with all the gear.

The rest will come up short.

Generic is just what you'll be,

     if you don't come along with me,

     and from the dirt, above you'll see

     those rejects in the sky.

     

Rejects in the sky,

     those rejects in the sky

     are gliding swiftly up above,

     as you look on and ponder of,

     your aching feet and absent love,

     as we keep passing by.

Rejects in the sky,

     rejects in the sky

     rejecting your woeful plea.

It simply wasn't meant to be,

     and you are undeniably

     ineffably of zealotry.

So it goes, 

     just so you know,

     we cannot compromise.

So it is,

     and has to be,

     to you I must advise,

     you weren't meant

     for this ascent,

     with rejects, in disguise.

Sincerely, with the utmost love,

     -The Rejects in the Sky