Apr 15, 2007 00:21
Flyboy
I need to touch you
Just want to be like you
Don't got the words now
But you can run them through
Reflections in the lenses
Look somewhat distorted
I know what I'll say
You can take it and contort it.
God in a glass house
Heroes turn to ashes
Just want to see myself
In wraparound sunglasses.
Halo of dust and dirt
And yet you're still beaming
That wicked nasty smile
That somehow leaves you gleaming.
God in a glass house
Heroes turn to ashes
Allah looks fly
In dark tinted sunglasses
Runnin atcha fullspeed
And fallin like a fat man
You've seen it before
And you'll tell me that I can (not!)
God in a glass house
Heroes turn to ashes
Rip me apart
And rebuild me in your sunglasses