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  • Atlas Air

    10 mars 2010, 4h21m

    Yes shall we take a spin again in business

    This time is fixed lets 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

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    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



    Yes shall we take a spin again in business

    This time is fixed lets sweeten our facilities

    It took all the man in me