Fly On A Windshield
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โฑ๏ธ 2:45 duration
๐ ID: 432940
๐ Lyrics
There's something solid forming in the air
And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square
No one seems to care
They carry on as if nothing was there
The wind is blowing harder now
Blowing dust into my eyes
The dust settles on my skin
Making a crust I cannot move in
And I'm hovering like a fly
Waiting for the windshield on the freeway
Echoes of "The Broadway Everglades"
With their mythical madonnas
Still walking in their shades
Lenny Bruce declares a truce
And plays his other hand
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewing
Head buried in the sand
Sirens on the rooftops wailing
But there's no ships sailing
Groucho, with his movies trailing
Stands alone with his punchline failing
Ku Klux Klan serve hot soul food
And the band plays "In the Mood"
The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand
There's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almond
Caryl Chessman sniffs the air
And leads the parade
He knows, in a scent
You can bottle what you made
There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes
Smiling at the Majorette, smoking Winston cigarettes
And as the song and dance begins
The children play at home
With needles
Needles and pins
And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square
No one seems to care
They carry on as if nothing was there
The wind is blowing harder now
Blowing dust into my eyes
The dust settles on my skin
Making a crust I cannot move in
And I'm hovering like a fly
Waiting for the windshield on the freeway
Echoes of "The Broadway Everglades"
With their mythical madonnas
Still walking in their shades
Lenny Bruce declares a truce
And plays his other hand
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewing
Head buried in the sand
Sirens on the rooftops wailing
But there's no ships sailing
Groucho, with his movies trailing
Stands alone with his punchline failing
Ku Klux Klan serve hot soul food
And the band plays "In the Mood"
The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand
There's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almond
Caryl Chessman sniffs the air
And leads the parade
He knows, in a scent
You can bottle what you made
There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes
Smiling at the Majorette, smoking Winston cigarettes
And as the song and dance begins
The children play at home
With needles
Needles and pins
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:28.54] There's something solid forming in the air
[00:34.86] And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square
[00:43.28] No one seems to care
[00:46.27] They carry on as if nothing was there
[00:53.84] The wind is blowing harder now
[00:56.27] Blowing dust into my eyes
[01:00.57] The dust settles on my skin
[01:03.89] Making a crust I cannot move in
[01:09.14] And I'm hovering like a fly
[01:12.13] Waiting for the windshield on the freeway
[02:45.58] Echoes of "The Broadway Everglades"
[02:50.97] With their mythical madonnas
[02:54.62] Still walking in their shades
[02:58.27] Lenny Bruce declares a truce
[03:01.23] And plays his other hand
[03:05.07] Marshall McLuhan, casual viewing
[03:08.31] Head buried in the sand
[03:11.68] Sirens on the rooftops wailing
[03:15.23] But there's no ships sailing
[03:18.66] Groucho, with his movies trailing
[03:22.36] Stands alone with his punchline failing
[03:29.41] Ku Klux Klan serve hot soul food
[03:32.79] And the band plays "In the Mood"
[03:36.04] The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand
[03:39.82] There's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almond
[03:43.37] Caryl Chessman sniffs the air
[03:46.32] And leads the parade
[03:50.04] He knows, in a scent
[03:53.05] You can bottle what you made
[03:56.73] There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes
[04:00.40] Smiling at the Majorette, smoking Winston cigarettes
[04:07.10] And as the song and dance begins
[04:10.89] The children play at home
[04:14.86] With needles
[04:17.07] Needles and pins
[04:19.74]
[00:34.86] And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square
[00:43.28] No one seems to care
[00:46.27] They carry on as if nothing was there
[00:53.84] The wind is blowing harder now
[00:56.27] Blowing dust into my eyes
[01:00.57] The dust settles on my skin
[01:03.89] Making a crust I cannot move in
[01:09.14] And I'm hovering like a fly
[01:12.13] Waiting for the windshield on the freeway
[02:45.58] Echoes of "The Broadway Everglades"
[02:50.97] With their mythical madonnas
[02:54.62] Still walking in their shades
[02:58.27] Lenny Bruce declares a truce
[03:01.23] And plays his other hand
[03:05.07] Marshall McLuhan, casual viewing
[03:08.31] Head buried in the sand
[03:11.68] Sirens on the rooftops wailing
[03:15.23] But there's no ships sailing
[03:18.66] Groucho, with his movies trailing
[03:22.36] Stands alone with his punchline failing
[03:29.41] Ku Klux Klan serve hot soul food
[03:32.79] And the band plays "In the Mood"
[03:36.04] The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand
[03:39.82] There's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almond
[03:43.37] Caryl Chessman sniffs the air
[03:46.32] And leads the parade
[03:50.04] He knows, in a scent
[03:53.05] You can bottle what you made
[03:56.73] There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes
[04:00.40] Smiling at the Majorette, smoking Winston cigarettes
[04:07.10] And as the song and dance begins
[04:10.89] The children play at home
[04:14.86] With needles
[04:17.07] Needles and pins
[04:19.74]