Salad Wolves Over Washington Lyrics

Space looks
good today
                                        It doesn't
realy change
                                       Looking up
from 5th street
                                      The moon's
within your range
                                       Space looks
good today
                                          Take us
for a ride
                                        I can see
the big apple
                                        And it's
50 wings wide
                                       Wolves over
Washington
                                         Fly with
me tonight
                                    The streets of
New York want you
                                         Fly with
me tonight
                                       Space looks
good today
                                    It's a jester
ride on the giant slide
                              Is that a manicure
or do they just grow that way ?
                                       Space looks
good today
                                       A card game
on the way
                                     Our glasses
reflect everything
                                        When's the
big day ?
                                       Wolves over
Washington
                                         Fly with
me tonight
                                    The streets of
New York want you
                                         Fly with
me tonight
                                       Wolves over
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Washington
                                         Fly with
me tonight
                                    The streets of
New York want you
                                         Fly with
me tonight
                                       Space looks
good today
                                       I'm glad
we're on our way
                                       If we get
there really quick
                                        We can
call ourselves
Aerodynamic
                                       Wolves over
Washington
                                         Fly with
me tonight
                                    The streets of
New York want you
                                         Fly with
me tonight
                                      The sky's
our terminal
                                      Hit the
mission abort button
                                          Coitus
interruptus
                                   Tried to leave
the world free spinning
                                      Someone
surely stopped us
                                            Wait a
day
                                        Second
engine is OK
                                          Here we
go again
                                          One more
delay
                                       Couldn't
think what to say
                                           This is
no test
                                          We've
been told