She looked up in the noonday sun, said, `Fighter jets are so unreal`
But we`ve got a job to be done, come on
When I was just a boy, I saw the kings of the big gold cities
But as they died I dried up inside -- let`s ride
Let`s ride on airplanes and buses
Let`s ride to the end of the line
Let`s ride on fast motorcycles
Let`s leave the routines of living behind
We pulled into a tick-tock town and all the people looked so happy
Another trip down the elephant slide -- let`s ride
Let`s ride on subways and steeples
Let`s ride to the end of the line
Let`s ride on prescriptions and bottles
Let`s leave the routines of living behind
[Let`s ride on airplanes and buses
Let`s ride to the end of the line
Let`s ride on fast motorcycles
Let`s leave the routines of living behind]
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