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Out on the Airstrip Lyrics Artist(Band):Urge Overkill
Out on the Airstrip Lyrics 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 "girl we're gonna fly, we're gonna fly" 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 goddamn clear no nothing so ugly who is gonna buy you a meal, no If you find some error in 2nd Self Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Visitors interested in Urge Overkill Lyrics may also interested in: |
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