Tiger Lou Pilots
Raise the chandelier
Light the candles, dear
I feel your breath so near
I feel your breath
Burn it to the ground
This is what I found
That it's you, child
That it's you, child
Down this worn down trail
We run although so frail
Oh yes, we must prevail
Oh yes, we must prevail
Burn it to the ground
This is what I found
That it's usual
That it's usual
Where are we now?
We are pilots
