the applecross wing commander

we'd like to introduce you to the nature of our trials

we'd love the chance to bring your elders down

so fix your dad a drink 'cause we're gonna need to think

now you're a plane we won't need them around anymore

we done a lot of dumb things now

sure hope we do some more

and we'll wait all summer just to piss on your door

the wing commander's sister is a golden haired surprise

i can't walk far but i can shoot for miles

and my radar can see anyone over thirteen

now you're grown up we don't need you around anymore

we done a lot of dumb things now

sure hope we do some more

it's the last summer so in our dust you will crawl