M83 - Up! lyrics

rate me

If I clean my rocket

We'll go flying today

And we'll hit the pockets

Of warm and crispy air

Oh, you lovely boy

You smell so sweet

We ride so well

And we load our pistols

As we perch upon my razor wings

Up to the planets

Up to the bodies of the galaxy

We fly, we feed, we suck, we bleed, we need . . .

If I clean my rocket

We'll go flying today

And we'll hit the pockets

Of warm and crispy air

Oh, we flee the scene

Of our little crime

We feel so free

But the hounds of law

They bite our heels

As we retreat

Up to the planets

Up to the bodies of the galaxy

Of the galaxy

We fly, we feed, we suck, we bleed, we need . . .