R.B. from Icing by Early Flights
Tracklist
| 2. | R.B. | 3:13 |
Lyrics
Just like the flat tire you never replaced,
That friend that stinks but you learn to live with,
The toothpaste you squash, but nothing remains
Lazy beats urgent.
We always seem to not care at all,
Makes it easier to cope when we mess up,
Ice the puck to the end of the court.
Run as fast as we can in a straight line.
He’s calling icing,
We don’t know what it means,
Smash the brains out of the referee.
He’s calling icing,
But what the fuck is it.
We should have learnt that,
It’s been a mystery for so much time now,
We should just let it be.
We never jumped too high from the floor,
Safety zones get as far as our sight does,
Took tons of years to write a couple of songs.
Lucky enough to get it done while our breath lasts.
Run, fast as you can in a straight line.
Run, until you run out of breath.
Run, fast as you can while the line lasts.
Run, beyond that line waits your death.
