Lyrics:
on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the golden state
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
Swing low
Working on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the golden state
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the golden state
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
Swing low
I've got a brand new rad cool
Terminal illness
So hip and sophisticated
A surgical kill switch
My contemporaries envy
All my savoir vivre
Got my
Working on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the golden state
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
Workin' on a T-bone steak, I had a party
Flying over to the Golden State
When the pilot told us, in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
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Workin' on a T-bone steak, I had a party flyin' over to the Golden State
When the pilot told me in thirteen minutes
He would get us at the Terminal zone
in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill
And we never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state
We
in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill
And we never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state
We
charlotte and bypassed rock hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the georgia state.
We
on a T-bone steak a la carte,
Flying over to the Golden State,
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.
Swing low
to the Golden State
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
We'd be heading in the terminal gate
Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal
Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.
We
on a T-Bone steak, a la carte, flying over to the Golden State.
When the pilot told us that in thirteen minutes he would have us at the terminal gate.
Swing
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flyin' over to the Golden State
When the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
Swing low
Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.
We
carte
Flyin' over to the Golden State
When the pilot told us in 13 minutes he
Would set us at the terminal gate
Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
You can't stop it
Once again
A now born's rage - a terminal state
All the leafs fall in the end
An ending that starts again…
Lemniscate
I can feel you
our domain of personal sovereignty
The New Reign of Biopower
The biological life of individuals is the 'political subject'
That belongs to the State
When I'm in this state of mind
Like I'm running out of time
When I feeling out of line
Or when I'm tired and trynna find
When I'm in this state
of view
The final curtain is hurtling closer and closer and closer
Matter of time, state of mind
Chosen prisoner to destiny
On the edge of a cliff to which
to bypass Rock Hill
We never was a minute late
We were ninty miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state
We had motor trouble that
Turned
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