Interpret:

Urge Overkill

Album:

Americruiser

Ah, take me with you...
You ground the flyboy
you'll be clear for miles
They're throwing a party
They're throwing vials
You been wearing a gymsuit
Flagging him down
Now to land this bigass bird
then pussy-bound


Out on the airstrip
the weather's is clear
nothing be ugly
can see him in here


Out on the airstrip
the weather's so clear
nothing so ugly
can see him in here


John hear of duress's
We're only guided yeah
we're doing ninety
we're doing fine
oh we're almost there


we're up there (way the fuck up there)
wine and having some bud
side door high post slo-mo
like no gun, no luck


Out on the airstrip
the weather's is clear
nothing be ugly
can see him in here


Out on the airstrip
the weather's so clear
nothing so ugly
can see him in here


And the girl's claps were always wild
when I asked her what that town did for shits
Well she just rolled onto the runway
and flashed me a picture of her kid


when the sun came up, she was hidden
and the speedballer started taking her high
I swore that morning