It's people scattered on the floor, Cool war kids are running out of time, It's such a shame to see, It's such a shame to feel the way, The sun comes
air traffic control it's me coach-class row thirteen i've got that sinking feeling is everything allright? stare at the wing and think it's later than
into the sea I can?t hear you can you see me I can see you can you hear me Air traffic control hold on I?m coming in (x2) Air traffic control I?ve
a show as far as I can tell, so I paint my eyes a light green. The silver beams are twirling and swirling throughout your dreams like air traffic streams
show as far as I can tell, so I paint my eyes a light green. The silver beams are twirling and swirling throughout your dreams like air traffic streams
know you wanna stay you just waiting on the traffic jam to finish girl the things we could do in twenty minutes girl say my name, say my name wear it out, its getting hot, crack a window, air
stay You just waiting on the traffic jam to finish, girl The things that we could do in twenty minutes, girl Say my name, say my name, wear it out It's getting hot, crack a window, air
eh eh..eh eh eh eh eh I feel like EH EH EH..EH EH EH EH EH It's two in the mornin' someone tell me why's there's traffic I wish I had a bumper car,
keep, O hear us when we cry to Thee For those in Peril on the sea. Oh Christ, the Lord of hill and plain, O'er which our traffic runs amain. By
break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab Oh really, I'm higher than the satellite, crawlin? like a baby Maneuverin? through the traffic
London traffic (State of confusion) London traffic (Blocking the streets) London traffic (Going nowhere) London traffic (Polluting the air) Drive 'round
Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact Melodies wrapped in glass shatter with the impact Air
workers in a west coast ship yard When I rearrange the silverware And reinstall the lights and captian's chair I'll lift the ceiling off to breathe the ocean air
lights all the way With no big red sign to stop me No traffic jam delay See I was driving over the moon (Ohh I) In my big hot air balloon (Ohhh I) Floating
Intro: Lil Phat] Ahh Shitt; Them Levi's Back... Them Levi's Back, And Now I Need A Cowboy Hat Lil Phat [Look, Look, Look] [Verse 1: Lil Phat] Air
motherfuckers expiring the blow Footprints up timbs are wallabe souls We cased to placed like Barnaby Jones, hoes Lay it down like plats in ya hair Ride off with your money then clap in the air
it be crazy in the club when that lunatic song go off I be that pull up right beside you beaten bad type of tic I'm a hold up traffic to touch her ass