Atlas Air

Yes, shall we take a spin again in business?

This time is fixed, let's sweeten our facilities

It took all the man in me

To be the dog you wanted me to be

Shall we take a spin again no witnesses?

This time is fixed, seven three seven is

You won't feel a thing

Begging until you give it up insane

Fish like little silver knives

Make the cuts on my inside

Yeah, let him feast my heart is big

My heart is big, my blood will slide in metal studs

Tourniquet will hold its groove

Tourniquet will keep its grip

It took all the man in me

To be the dog you wanted me to be

Yeah, let him feast my heart is big

My heart is big, my blood will slide

You let him feast my heart is big

My heart is big, my blood will slide

Got nothing to lose but my chains

Internet feats on my brains

Head in the sand, feet in the clay

And time is still like grease it slips

Sucking in, spit in pips

Just spitting pips

Nothing to lose but my chains

Internet beats on my brains

Head in the sand, feet in the clay

A place to piece, a place to pray

A little money should get me on my feet

This gun of smoke is slaying me

And time is still like grease it slips

Suck it in, spit in pips

Yeah, spit in pips

My heart was big and like my pride

Let them feast on my insides

And when the filled had spilled its guts

Gently open then it shuts

I'm in the hole, three thousand days

A buried soul

They live the dream in terminal

No war too mean

I know the drill, got cells to burn, I'm dressed to kill

A mortal coil and time is still on secret soil

Yeah, pay the bills

Cells to burn

Mouths to fill

On Boeing jets

In the sunset make glowing threats