Severed Heads - Jet Lag Lyrics
Rode in the grip of an angelHands tied in cords of goldWe'd made a deal, I went astrayNow I'm falling with hell to payRode in the grip of an angelOccupied with thoughts of goldI learned a dance on the head of a pinIt didn't save me from eternal sinC Now I'm learning to fly by myself Stealing my grain from the mouths of birds Touch ground for an occasional birdbath Crap on the heads of passers-by"Fairy Land doesn't last forever. Making fun of my moping around and beinga pain in the arse, etc., etc. Another one of these flying songs. We'veactually dropped the lyrics on later versions. They're a bit obvious,y'know."-----------------------------------------------------------------------