Vessels'Town

Flying boats and Mormon bikes

They go the same way... clockwise

They shoot the skull-caps, I don't mind

You know I'm ready, I'm ready to die

Chorus:

I wanted wings

Good wings

I wanted wings

Good wings

Back in good ole Vesseis'Town

Beaches and bitches are ready for the showdown

She's their preacher, she's their place

She's got the truth that no one wanna face

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Between God and narrow minds

You say you don't wanna compromise

I do hate you, I can't deny

But those old vices are hard to fight

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Give the intellectuals endemic sex

Get them tortured with guilt and complex

Let them breath you philthy air

And bas-fond for those who dare

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