If I could just grab my wings

And turn off your mind, your mind

And relax, relax, and then just

Fly away, relax

What we got here, what?

Is a failure, failure to do what?

Failure to communicate

And what we suggest

Is something unthinkable

In the face of the odds, we made it

Where it's sequence, to thrust us

Into the obliteration of our own demise, we out

We have to look down, to get up

And across, to get over, over, we made it

Ladies, we made it, so I left

So I left, so I left

What is the mummy favorite music?

What is it?

Rapping music