Jetplane Songtext

And then he wears it backwards
Says I don't know how to look after myself
Then he goes home, spending hours in somebody else
He says

Arrest me
I’m a hot freak
I'm bombastique
And I'm making modern music in Spain
I'm on the jetplane

It fucks so hard
No, it's so funny now
So hard
It's so funny now
So hard
It's so funny now
So hard
It's so funny now
She lies in all the daisy
Chains them all like crazys
’Cause I don’t know how to look after myself
I'm spending hours and hours and other hours
She digs herself a hole in the middle of the ground
Climbs all the way until the sound dulls down
Says I like it more in here with the jokers and the rounds
I ain’t ever coming back, I ain't ever coming down

He goes out in the starlight
Screams he killed the sunset
In the carcass of its corset, since I am the prince of Egypt
I'm the prince of his heart
Hallelujah
I'm building up a wall in the middle of my heart
’Til the tongue goes in and rips it all apart
I'm building up a wall 'til the gun gets shot
Hallelujah (Hallelujah)

Arrest me
I'm a hot freak
I'm bombastique
I'm making modern music in Spain
I'm on the jetplane
Arrest me
I'm a hot freak
I'm bombastique
Yeah, I'm making modern music in Spain
I'm on the jetplane

So hard
So soft
So hard
So hard
Sick
So hard
So hard
So hard
So hard

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