Didn't I talk about a walk
Didn't it grand into space
It's like photographing stars
With that kind of action

Looking, looking, revealing
There is no doubt
An expression unto everyone else

Low flying perfection
Shout it out it's broken across the news
Straighten out an angle
Out of angel iron
Sliding, colliding around
But they won't let it happen

Whole faced vultures robbing us around the surface
They sit and admiring they're wing parts
Smiling, lying

The grass is shooting out ambitions
A wise to up
It was meant for

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Writer(s): Robert E. Jr. Pollard