Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flying Ace, artist - Sisyphus. Album song Sisyphus, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 17.03.2014
Record label: Asthmatic Kitty, Joyful Noise Recordings
Song language: English
Flying Ace |
| Desert wizard, lizard, and dragon tussle |
| Whole forest burned down and ruined the town’s truffles |
| Except for the outer realm mountains, everything else is brown |
| And hundreds of hounds pillage the village, can’t fuck with the sounds |
| Crew back giant-ass, large, looking slick as the barge |
| Old-ass mustache cars, we ran those bars |
| We felt like superstars, we had the cubes too |
| She had great tubes, pretty feet and shoes |
| Porn and your mom’s lube, Hold on to the right new |
| Might have the hissy fit, and tear the whole room apart, to bits |
| Speech about privacy, why you gotta lie to me? |
| I don’t know where I left off, she had the plaid top |
| «You're about to black out, you need to get out» |
| «We too tall to fit in this small house» |
| Neck all stressed down, hanging-ass red face |
| That or the dog case, more like a comfortable couch |
| Step over the mess gate, into the real house |
| Hair on my new wool, looking like cashmere |
| Looking like crow too, magical star shapes |
| Sticky like model cap, feathery silk capes |
| Venomous black crepes, venomous glass snakes |
| Delicate wine flute, help us commiserate |
| Florida date state, they had the best bass |
| Gladly make you a steak, even dig you a lake |
| This is your stereo, it’ll keep you awake |
| You’re about to black out |
| Back and forth catechism, cattle and ammunition |
| Queen didn’t have vision, didn’t he —shit— mention |
| Dragons were coming soon |
| Should’ve made harpoons, instead of ornate brooms |
| Bought the museum safe, look where we at now |
| Pillage the village hounds, benzos gone man |
| We’re about to black out, stepping into a room |
| Popcorn-sealed fume, expensive like |
| Giant-ass mouth clothes, arrogant all pose |
| Soak-in-the-soap clothes, standing in old clothes |
| Giant-ass mountain ship, cut to the cockpit |
| Focus and close mouth, we’re about to black out |
| We are too tall, to fit in a dog house |
| What a melodic thing |
| Taller than Seth Green, shorter than Sid Bream |
| Entirely in a dream, we are Hall &Oates |
| Avis' car «es, saddened and bounded |
| Why weren’t we grounded? |
| I was at Wimbledon, close to Ontario |
| Emotional feelings hurt, pissy-pants first grade |
| Smell like your cousin’s age, back before Sissy Rage |
| Little man, long legs |
| Samsara horse escape, spiderwebs on clothes |
| Walking with brown face, look at the new apes |
| We’re about to smash graves |