Yes, shall we take a spin again in business?
|
This time is fixed, let's sweeten our facilities
|
It took all the man in me
|
To be the dog you wanted me to be
|
|
Shall we take a spin again, no witnesses?
|
This time is fixed seven three seven is
|
You won't feel a thing
|
Begging until you give it up insane
|
|
Fish like little silver knives
|
Make the cuts on my inside
|
Yeah, let him feast my heart is big, my heart is big
|
My blood will slide in metal studs
|
|
Tourniquet will hold its groove
|
Tourniquet will keep its grip
|
It took all the man in me
|
To be the dog you wanted me to be
|
|
Yeah, let him feast my heart is big
|
My heart is big, my blood will slide
|
You let him feast my heart is big
|
My heart is big, my blood will slide
|
|
Got nothing to lose but my chains
|
Internet feeds on my brains
|
Head in the sand, feet in the clay
|
And time is still like grease it slips
|
Sucking in, spitting pips, yeah, spitting pips
|
|
Nothing to lose but my chains
|
Internet beats on my brains
|
Head in the sand, feet in the clay
|
A place to piece, a place to pray
|
|
A little money should get me on my feet
|
This gun of smoke is slaying me
|
And time is still like grease it slips
|
Sucking in, spitting pips, yeah, spitting pips
|
|
My heart was big and like my pride
|
Let them feast on my insides
|
And when the filled had spilled its guts
|
Gently open then it shuts
|
|
I'm in the hole three thousand days
|
A buried soul
|
They live the dream in terminal
|
No war too mean
|
|
I know the drill, got cells to burn, I'm dressed to kill
|
A mortal coil and time is still on secret soil
|
Yeah, pay the bills, cells to burn, mouths to fill
|
On Boeing jets in the sunset make glowing threats
|
|
-----------------
|
Atlas Air
|
Massive Attack |