Oh, what a jol,
but it's your call. . .
You got to stand tall if you want to break your fall. . .
Like the Silver Surfer in a snowstorm.
We gather all the surgeons to bring about an emergence
of clarity in destiny, the right to be free, see?
THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!!!
Pick up the phone off the cabin wall
I listen to you moan that you have it all.
You cruise with a tight crew all night bru
and you bruised your sight through the fight too
Tattooed angels rise above sad devils lost in love:
So fly, but whats that sound?
As I twist through the sky,
I crawl through the ground.
Insist that I'm high
as I fall to where I'm bound.
I'm just a filthy human
and I keep getting shown,
creeping out of the dirt-bin
and straight to the show.
But another blind robbery
and another free ride
through the exams copying
another clone's pride. . .
'cos knowledge is power and I'm in the bin,
born in sin to a cultureless king.
White punks drinking gin as I hear my doorbell ring:
So fly, but whats that sound?
As I twist through the sky,
I crawl through the ground.
Insist that I'm high
as I fall to where I'm bound.
Composed by: Darin Collins
Composed by: Dino Von Chapman
Produced by: Darin Collins
bass, all guitars & vocals: Darin Collins
drums: Phil Hogsten
Dino von Chapman wrote the guitar arrangement for this song but was not able to be present for the recording..
