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
(chorus)
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
(chorus)
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
(chorus)
