Blackout Beach Hornet's Fury Into The Bandit's Mouth
You should be ashamed, Philistine
You should be ashamed, Philistine
You should be ashamed, Philistine
You should be ashamed, Philistine
Doing what you will
Doing what you want
Open the mouth of the hornet's fury
And poke it where it talks
Doing what you will
Doing what you want
Better get our hands on that light
We got to get our hands on that light
Oh, no, no, no, no, no
The unearthly dawn lights up columns of smoke
It rises like giant cigars snuffed upon the earth's cloak
All he wants is to win, all he wants is to win
She tacks our image up
She really really wants us to win
Shooter, shoot me down
Shooter, shoot me now
We gotta get our hands on that light
Stuff it into the earth
Make it ashamed it ever eyed God's straight light
Doing what you will
Doing what you want
Throwing hornet's fury into the open mouth of the bandit's tongue
The grace of flight
The grace of flight is all right, is all right, is all right, is all right
The grace of flight is all right, is all right, is all right, is all right
The grace of flight is all right, is all right, is all right, is all right
The grace of flight is all right…
You know it's a long, long, long way to town
And you know it's a long, long, long way to town
When you're walking on the ground
When you're walking on the ground
When you're walking on the ground...