Текст песни Urge Overkill - Out on the Airstrip
Urge Overkill - Out on the Airstrip слова песни
Ah, take me with you...You ground the flyboyyou`ll be clear for milesThey`re throwing a partyThey`re throwing vialsYou been wearing a gymsuitFlagging him downNow to land this bigass birdthen pussy-boundOut on the airstripthe weather`s is clearnothing be uglycan see him in hereOut on the airstripthe weather`s so clearnothing so uglycan see him in hereJohn hear of duress`sWe`re only guided yeahwe`re doing ninetywe`re doing fineoh we`re almost therewe`re up there (way the fuck up there)wine and having some budside door high post slo-molike no gun, no luckOut on the airstripthe weather`s is clearnothing be uglycan see him in hereOut on the airstripthe weather`s so clearnothing so uglycan see him in hereAnd the girl`s claps were always wildwhen I asked her what that town did for shitsWell she just rolled onto the runwayand flashed me a picture of her kidwhen the sun came up, she was hiddenand the speedballer started taking her highI swore that morning"girl we`re gonna fly, we`re gonna fly"Out on the airstripthe weather`s is clearnothing be uglycan see him in hereOut on the airstripthe weather`s so goddamn clearno nothing so uglywho is gonna buy you a meal, no