Pull This Plastic Glider Higher Songtext

Light the fuse and stand right back He cried This is my last goodbye." Point me at the sky and tell it fly Point me at the sky and tell it fly Point me at the sky and tell it fly And if you survive till two thousand and five I hope you're exceedingly thin For if you are stout you will have to breathe out While the people around you breathe in People pressing on might say It's something that I hate to say I'm slipping down to eat the ground A little refuge on my brain Point me at the sky and tell it fly Point me at the sky and tell it fly Point me at the sky and tell it fly And all we've got to say to you is goodbye It's time to go, better run and get your bags, it's goodbye Nobody cry, it's goodbye Crash, crash, crash, crash, goodbye......