Cut to the Chase

Lyrics for Cut to the Chase

Sew em on them wings Spread your pretty things Let your freedom flow put it in the cockpit Fly, fly, fly, away big birdie Oversized too grown To be doubting yourself this much You've made it this far, people live til 80 And the old get meaner As they lose their attempts to care And the world gets hotter Because they cast their cares away And the old get meaner And the young has to clean it all up again And the old get meaner And then necrosis or would you rather inevitability The plants dry out and they wilt and the earth begins again So sew em on them wings You spread your pretty things let your freedom flow Put it in the cockpit, fly, fly, fly away Big birdy Lovers will be slipping and sliding Artists will be bopping and writing Dreams will be streaking it's frightening I gotta... Kite on my house phone and its waiting on lightning I mean I be waiting on phone calls like What are you on You have my money? Y'know? I be tiptoeing on ice Oh Should I just summarize? The old is leaving The new is incoming Be prepared!'