Текст песни Vessels'Town

Flying boats and Mormon bikes They go the same way... clockwise They shoot the skull-caps, I don't mind You know I'm ready, I'm ready to die Chorus: I wanted wings Good wings I wanted wings Good wings Back in good ole Vesseis'Town Beaches and bitches are ready for the showdown She's their preacher, she's their place She's got the truth that no one wanna face (chorus) Between God and narrow minds You say you don't wanna compromise I do hate you, I can't deny But those old vices are hard to fight (chorus) Give the intellectuals endemic sex Get them tortured with guilt and complex Let them breath you philthy air And bas-fond for those who dare (chorus)