m83
up!
if i clean my rocket we'll go flying today and we'll hit the pockets of warm and crispy air oh you lovely boy you smell so sweet we ride so well and we load our pistols as we perch upon my razor wings up to the planets up to the bodies of the galaxy we fly we feed we suck we bleed we need. if i clean my rocket we'll go flying today and we'll hit the pockets of warm and crispy air oh we flee the scene of our little crime we feel so free but the hounds of law they bite our heels as we retreat up to the planets up to the bodies of the galaxy we fly we feed we suck we bleed we need.