Song About Old Roller Coaster

It'll burn a hole right through this town

And all the animals will feel that in their cages
It'll mix with minerals, minerals and backbones
To go home
And reflect
How they tore this building down
You ask for more

It'll last past a century of soil

Icarus will see it on his way up past the arrow
And I understand now, it is a color
These are the people, that I group together
You pre-curse the letters
And the postcard that you see
My eyes are open
Sliding your tongue across the paper
Produces effects, that resemble weather
That produces weapons
And the postcards that you sent, my eyes are open
And I understand now, it is a color
These are the people, that I group together
You pre-curse your letters
And the postcards that you sent, my eyes are open and
Dig a trench with megaphones, megaphones and pirates
Everything will change when you pull this boat ashore
Nothing more from you!
Some are snakes
Some are poisonous

Well, you've given up life!
Well, I give up mine!

From wheels to motors
From wheels to motors
From wheels to motors
From wheels to motors