Artist: urge overkill
Song: out on the airstrip
Album: Americruiser
Year: 1990
Ah, take me with you
You ground the fly boy
You'll be clear for miles
They're throwing a party
They're throwing vials
You been wearing a gym suit
Flagging him down
Now to land this big ass bird
Then pussy bound
Out on the airstrip
The weather's is clear
Nothing be ugly
Can see him in here
Out on the airstrip
The weather's so clear
Nothing so ugly
Can see him in here
John hear of duress's
We're only guided, yeah
We're doing ninety
We're doing fine
Oh, we're almost there
We're up there
Way the fuck up there
Wine and having some bud
Side door high post slow mo
Like no gun, no luck
Out on the airstrip
The weather's is clear
Nothing be ugly
Can see him in here
Out on the airstrip
The weather's so clear
Nothing so ugly
Can see him in here
And the girl's claps were always wild
When I asked her what that town did for shits
Well, she just rolled onto the runway
And flashed me a picture of her kid
When the sun came up, she was hidden
And the speed baller started taking her high
I swore that morning
Girl, we're gonna fly, we're gonna fly
Out on the airstrip
The weather's is clear
Nothing be ugly
Can see him in here
Out on the airstrip
The weather's so goddamn clear
No nothing so ugly
Who is gonna buy you a meal, no
