Season Ticket to a Bad Place Songtext - The Blue Aeroplanes

Season Ticket to a Bad Place - The Blue Aeroplanes

{low whispering}

They are bound by chance he said

There is always this mad rush

We clipped their wings, sure

Blew them from the water

Hang on though, hang on

Down in the water was blue

Debbie's Chinese pints

{unintelligible}

{unintelligible}

There's no pure sound either
There's just wreckage, just wreckage

Just wreckage and greed

Ah!

Having problems breathing?

Well pick through this tangle
and and take wool

What are they?

Clear this ground

It's fair game

Let's see {unintelligible}

Not {unintelligible}

Now we want
Anything

Looking to be {unintelligible}

That's what I wouldn't skip, either

We won that to be {unintelligible}

Well we don't get it
Don't get it
Now it's too late

Inspect this ground, soldier

{unintelligible}

You know, it's the way {unintelligible}

I reconsider my way
What good does it do?

The vague memories
Held in the heart
Shining {unintelligible}

What's the use?
Tomorrow all this is going to be swamp
We're going to be rich

Oh well goddamn this system of bribes
We should damn this exploitation of innocence

Now we hold all markets
Now I could turn this gun on anyone


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