Wings

Ask me what is my favorite day of the week

Send your noodles back – my stomach sprung a leak

It feels like we should be obsolete

Ask me what am I looking for tonight

Ask me where to find the cheapest one-way flight

It feels like cutting with a dull knife

Floating through space in a toxic wasteland

Sprouted some wings, but we're still fucked, oh man

Floating through space in a toxic wasteland

Sprouted some wings, but we're still fucked, oh man

Jolt awake again, minutes before the dawn

Got me workin' day and night – can't stop until we're done

It feels like we just go on and on

Floating through space in a toxic wasteland

Sprouted some wings, but we're still fucked, oh man

Floating through space in a toxic wasteland

Sprouted some wings, but we're still fucked, oh man

You may not give a fuck about it

But you can't live without it

So fill your pockets up with sand

You don't wanna talk about it

You say we're fine – I doubt it

Nobody has the upper hand

Floating through space in a toxic wasteland

Sprouted some wings, but we're still fucked, oh man

Floating through space in a toxic wasteland

Sprouted some wings, but we're still fucked, oh man