Lyrics:
on its way,
It's gonna win the day,
Hear me knocking (oooh)
Listen to the chatter of the diesel force,
Generating twenty seven hundred horse,
Camshaft
Telephone keys call the doc
Speed dial keep the speed locked when we go
Start up the engines
Let's get up and go
Start up the engines
Let's get up and go
See
behind me, the gateway city is in my sites
My wallet in the dash and I left weed in the cupboard- The moons overhead why's there glare in my eyes. Birds
[Martinez, Priester, Polchowicz, Mello]
RD 35, Black Widow, the bitch
No overhead commands
Just engine, no breaks
The gas going like beer
No junk
the fucking beam and then place it on your head (bang, bang)
Hold it on your head like a fucking overhead (bang)
Gotta count the racks before I fucking go
When you lying in the hospital
I'm over heads astronomical
Overheads like car bonnets
When you stop to fill
Car guards topping oil
You over head no
all contact
Lights flashing on the runway
The screaming engines whine
I could take drastic measures
But now I'm out of time
If ever the stars could ever
reach the shore, I reach the shore
Still I fight for something more
Still my backs against the wall
And I've felt machine guns coming
Engines running
Move on
Jump in overhead and we’ll float along
Together, get lost
If there are choppy seas, or the engine derails
I’m a lifeline to the calm and clear
No fuel for the engine
No meal for the hungry mouth
They say that clothes make the man
And you are made into a funeral shroud
A flag at half mast
make you want to stay alive even, thank you
And thank you
For not taking my pal when the engine
Of his mind dragged him
To swig fistfuls of Xanax
Sat by the window, widow sat
And dreamed of planes in silhouette
In cloud formations overhead
Oh, you better get there when it matters
When
A maelstrom of lead
Overhead, the screaming engines
Of war planes
Recompense for others transgression
Cannon fodder for the slaughter
Government ordered
the better times
She gives a groan of protest
As they cast away her lines
And the grumble of her engines
And the rust along her spine
Tells the Castle
Bad fun sister, time to go
Life's too short, on with the show
I said, get your kicks on the razor's edge
Atomic bomb overhead
Set controls for
In the darkness I rise, long before
The dawn
I was dreaming of home and the life I
Led
I can hear the sound, of the engines
Roar
And I crave
Have you got something big that needs to be said
In 100 foot letters way up overhead
Is there someone special that you're trying to impress
You call
dancing Morris in the wind
A buzzard slowly circles overhead
Engine houses march along the skyline
A sea fret daubs the coast in brown and red
Beyond
and steel and gold
Engines hulking, large and bold
My flight from this lonely world
Searching
Where will I go
I don't know
A home in the sky, a battle in
the copper shades you wore
were very big and green
and I was only feather-light
above the engine-roar
in the smell of gasoline
you'd make sure I'd
dress
I'm in the bathroom of a Dallas Texas Burger King
And Mr. Steven Tyler is on the overhead speakers
He doesn't want to miss a thing
Out there
for far too long
These winding roads, they never lead me back
To the place that I belong
I count the planes as they pass overhead
The engine's warm
back
When we climbed up the great Appalachians
Her engines would be raging like hell
Then we'd come back down to the rising towns
Where the cattle
There's a man in the doorway
and he's asking for some more time
As the street lamps they stutter and flicker
as the airplanes fly overhead
Till
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