Atlas Air

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, 7-3-7 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 Yeah, let him feast, my heart is big My heart is big, my blood will slide Got not to lose, but my chains Internet feats 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 Not to lose, but my chains Internet beats on my brains Head in the sand, feet in the clay A place to piss, a place to pray A little money should tell me of my faith 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 'em feast on my insides And when the field had spilled its guts Gently open and 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