atlas air
Singer:massive attack
shall we take a spin again in business?
let's sweeten our facilities
it took all the man in me
to be the dog you wanted me to be
shall we take a spin again
this time is fixed seven three seven is
begging until you give it up insane
fish like little silver knives
make the cuts on my inside
let him feast my heart is big
my blood will slide in metal studs
tourniquet will hold its groove
tourniquet will keep its grip
it took all the man in me
to be the dog you wanted me to be
let him feast my heart is big
you let him feast my heart is big
got nothing to lose but my chains
internet feeds on my brains
and time is still like grease it slips
nothing to lose but my chains
internet beats on my brains
a little money should get me on my feet
this gun of smoke is slaying me
and time is still like grease it slips
my 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 shuts
i'm in the hole three thousand days
they live the dream in terminal
a mortal coil and time is still on secret soil
on boeing jets in the sunset make glowing threats