Atlas Air (Instrumental) Lyrics

Yes shall we take a spin again in business
This time is fixed lets sweeten our facilities
It took all the man in me
To be the dog you wanted me to beShall we take a spin again no witnesses
This time is fixed seven three seven is
You won't feel a thing
Begging until you give it up insaneFish like little silver knives
Make the cuts on my inside
Yeah let him feast my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slide in metal studsTourniquet will hold its groove
Tourniquet will keep its grip
It took all the man in me
To be the dog you wanted me to beYeah let him feast my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slide
You let him feast my heart is big
My heart is big, my blood will slideGot nothing to lose but my chains
Internet feats on my brains
Head in the sand, feet in the clayAnd time is still like grease it slips

Sucking in, spit in pips
Just spitting pipsNothing to lose but my chains
Internet beats on my brains
Head in the sand, feet in the clayA place to piece, a place to pray?
This gun of smoke is slaying me
And time is still like grease it slips
Suck it in, spit in pips
Yeah spit in pipsMy heart was big and like my pride
Let them feast on my insides
And when the filled had spilled its guts
Gently open then it shutsI'm in the hole
Three thousand days
A buried soul
They live the dream
In terminal
No war too meanI know the drill
Got cells to burn
I'm dressed to kill
A mortal coil
And time is still
On secret soilYeah pay the bills
Cells to burn
Mouths to fill
On Boeing jets
In the sunset make glowing threats
Songwriters
Marshall, Grantley Evan / Naja, Robert Del / Davidge, Neil / Baggott, John MalvernPublished by
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, SPIRIT MUSIC GROUP