Warplane

The hum of death, electrified

The rats rattle in the heat of the battle

Fancy the dirt, replace from the start

Jenga for the lost and a wonderland for art

Jenga for the lost and a wonderland for art

Jenga for the lost and a wonderland for art

Ah, huh

Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh

Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh

Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh

Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh

Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh

Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh

Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh

Ta-ta, huh

What a mind

What a kind of bitter thing

To play a war with metal to the beat

Evil though

But I thought

What a plain way to win

By my hands

From my dreams

It is here they cannot win

Your friend is high

And I'm even higher

Look in the sky

Can you see a spitfire?

And you say

Oh, look up there

We'll be free

Oh, look up there

We'll be fine

(Pew)

I got told to kick it

It's in my hands, I've got to hit it

Hit it

I can defeat it, ooh

I wanna fly, I wanna fly like you in the sky, ah, oh

Today, today, today, today

In any way (Any way, any way, any way)

Oh, what we see

And what we feel

And what we breathe

Is it all real?

Oh, look up there

We'll be free

Oh, look up there

We'll be fine

Oh, look up there

We'll be free

Oh, look up there

We'll be fine

Huh, ah, huh

Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh

Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh

Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh

Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh

Ah, huh

Ah, huh