Bells & Circles lyrics - Underworld & Iggy Pop
If I had wings, I wouldn't do anything beautiful and transcendent
No, I'd get my finger into everything I wanted
I'd do all the beautiful things, those thing you can't do
Because nobody wants you to be able to do the things that make you feel good
Like you can't smoke on the aeroplane
I remember smoking on the aeroplane
I used to love the smoke on the airplane
Those were the golden days of air trave
They would just open the door at the airport
And you'd walk right out the tarmac
And up those stairs and light a big cigarette
And stick it in the ashtray and the stewardess would come along
And if she was hot, you can try to pick her up
Once I was flying from New York to DC, I didn't have much time
And the stewardess was smoking
She was a dusky tall American beauty
And I put down my tray table, snorted a gram of cocain
Till I got up my courage to say, "Can I have your phone number?"
And she gave me the number, that was the good news
The bad news was I got too stoned and I lost the number
The stewardess would've been better than the cocain
I made an error in judgement
But still I remember smoking on the aeroplane
Smoking on the aeroplane
Smoking on the aeroplane, everybody did it
They gather at the back on the way to Australia
And all puff up at once outside the bathroom
And that's why if I had wings
That would be a bad idea, hahahahaha, I guess
According to everything I've been taught about the laws of
Ethics and karma and good behavior, hahahahaha
If I had wings, I'd go, yum, yum, yum-yum, yum-yum, yum, ow!
I'd have fun
If I had wings, I'd have fun
Smoking on the aeroplane
Sunlight on my wings
Sunlight on my wings
Sunlight on my wings
Sunlight on my wings
Sunlight on my wings
Sunlight on my wings
(You can't do that)
(You can't do that)
(You can't do that)
(You can't do that)
Teenage boys used to hijack the aeroplane and send it to Cuba
Castro would charge 20 grand, the airline would get your aeroplane back
He had a good business (You can't do that, you can't do that)
It's over (You can't do that, you can't do that)
It's over for the liberal democracies (You can't do that)
It's over (You can't do that) Here comes the jungle (You can't do that)
Sunlight on my wings
Sunlight on my wings
Sunlight on my wings
Sunlight on my wings (You can't do that)
Sunlight on my wings (You can't do that)
Sunlight on my wings (You can't do that)
No more rock critics (You can't do that, you can't do that)
No more (You can't do that)
European ideas of (You can't do that) Good and bad (You can't do that)
Only a vengeful (You can't do that) God does not allow smoking on the aeroplane
(You can't do that, you can't do that)
(You can't do that) There will be no revolution (You can't do that)
And that's why (You can't do that) It won't be televised (You can't do that)
Sunlight on my wings
Sunlight on my wings
Sunlight on my wings
Sunlight on my wings
Sunlight (You can't do that)
Sunlight (You can't do that)
Sunlight (You can't do that)
Sunlight (You can't do that)
If I had wings...
Trapped lyrics - Underworld & Iggy Pop
I'm trapped, I'm trapped and I'll never get out no more
I'm trapped, I'm trapped and I'll never get out no more
I really wanted to be special
I really wanted to live in heaven
I thought that I could be so free
But all of this coming back on me
I'm trapped and I'll never get out no more
I'm trapped, I'm trapped and I'll never get out no more
I'm trapped
Bring all those women babies
I'm trapped
Bring all the dangerous ladies
No drug, no drug, no drink's gonna help me no more
No drug, no drug, no drink's gonna help me no more
I'm trapped in a land
Trapped in a land
Trapped in a land
And I'm trapped in a band
I'm trapped
Let's hear it for Johnny
He's got a mortgage
He's got a house
Oh no
He's got a house
Here goes the little boy inside
Goodbye, little boy
Goodbye, little boy
Goodbye, little boy
Goodbye, little boy
Goodbye, little boy
I'm trapped
I'm trapped, I'm trapped and I'll never get out no more
I'm trapped, I'm trapped and I'll never get out no more
I really wanted to be special
I really wanted to live in heaven
I thought that I could be so free
But all of this coming back on me
I'm trapped and I'll never get out no more
I'm trapped, I'm trapped and I'll never get out no more
I'm trapped
Bring all those women babies
I'm trapped
Bring all the dangerous ladies
No drug, no drug, no drink's gonna help me no more
No drug, no drug, no drink's gonna help me no more
I'm trapped in a land
Trapped in a land
Trapped in a land
And I'm trapped in a band
I'm trapped
Let's hear it for Johnny
He's got a mortgage
He's got a house
Oh no
He's got a house
Here goes the little boy inside
Goodbye, little boy
Goodbye, little boy
Goodbye, little boy
Goodbye, little boy
Goodbye, little boy
I'm trapped
I'm gone, I'm gone and I'm always in the brand new place
I'm gone, I'm gone and I'm always in the brand new place
And even though I'm here and now
I'm never really anywhere
Cause it's a bullshit game
It's a bullshit game
It's a bullshit game
And I'm trapped
Trapped
Trapped
I'll See Big lyrics - Underworld & Iggy Pop
Hey, is that me?
I wanted to have some friends
But not a lot of people wanted to be my friend
Couple a nerds maybe
But nerd have trouble being friends
'Cause they're too stocked up
I mean, they can play games with you but
After that you get a kinda blank stare
So I found these guys that um
They didn't have any other friends
And they weren't very demanding
We could do things together like
Smoke dope, take LSD, try to get girls
And dream about playing some music and um
Just being comfortable all the time and never working
Never, never working
This run along pretty well for a while but
Friends need to be demanding, people need to be demanding
I started becoming demanding
And I lost my friends
They couldn't stand anybody being demanding
As a demanding person I got somewhere in life
I started having girlfriends
I was very demanding of them
But I didn't let them be demanding of me
I started making big friends
Friends that could help me
Oh, those friends are really demanding
You don't get a warm fuzzy feeling
But you get
What you gotta have to get along
I mean, that's showbiz
I'm getting a little older now
I start to think about the friends that are gonna think of me
When I move along
There are one or two of them are gonna have a grin
And a good memory of me
They're not the best, fanciest people
Not even very good people frankly
Their big claim to fame is
They're my friends
Useless, expensive, maddening, pain in the ass friends
Get Your Shirt lyrics - Underworld & Iggy Pop
I signed
I signed on the dotted line
And I lost my shirt
I signed on the dotted line
He stole my shirt
I fell in love
In love I fell
She stole my shirt
I fell, I fell, I fell in love, I fell
I got, I got ripped off
I lost my shirt
Walk on
Don't try hard to be a flirt
Get your shirt
Get your hands out of the dirt
Get your shirt
Walk on
Get your shirt, get your shirt
Walk on and wait
For the music of the spheres
To move the stars
Into the right position
To reclaim my fortune
I want my shirt back
No, not a hair shirt
A fun fare shirt
Don't try hard to be a flirt
Get your shirt, get your shirt
Get your hands out of the dirt
Get your shirt, get your shirt
Don't try hard to be a flirt
Get your shirt, get your shirt
'Cause nobody loves a jerk
Get your shirt, get your shirt
It's getting harder to be free
It's getting so much harder to be me
It's getting so much harder to be
It's getting so much harder to be free
Get your ass out of the dirt
Get your shirt baby, get your shirt
Wake up, don't be a flirt, come on
Get your shirt, get your shirt
Don't try hard to be a flirt
Get your shirt, get your shirt
Get your hands out of the dirt
Get your shirt, get your shirt
Be a president or clerk
Get your shirt, get your shirt
'Cause nobody loves a jerk
Get your shirt, get your shirt
It's getting harder to feel free
It's getting so much harder just to be
Don't try hard to be a flirt
Get your shirt
Get your hands out of the dirt
Get your shirt
Be a president or clerk
Get your shirt, get your shirt
'Cause nobody loves a jerk
It's getting harder to be free
It's getting so much harder to be me
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