Wings - The Broadcast lyrics

rate me

We're got a chance and we'll take it

We may win or we may lose

We may even have to cut and run for it

Well, it won't be the first time I've run

And it won't be the first time I've been caught

It's the game that matters

Brother, I am proud to know you

This is one of the greatest moments I have ever experienced

I think I sense the situation when I say that we all esteem it an honour

To breathe the rather inferior atmosphere of this station

Here along with our little friend

I guess we shall all go home and treasure the memory of his face

As the whitest thing in our museum of recollections

And, perhaps, this good woman will also go home

And wash the face of our little brother here

I'm inspired with a new faith in mankind

Ladies and gentlemen, I wish to present to you

A sure enough saint, who only wants a halo to be transfigured

Stand right up