Out on the Airstrip - Lyrics - Urge Overkill

Ah, take me with you... You ground the flyboy you'll be clear for miles They're throwing a party They're throwing vials You been wearing a gymsuit Flagging him down Now to land this bigass bird then ***-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 f**k up there) wine and having some bud side door high post slo-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 *** 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 speedballer started taking her high I swore that morning