Fair To Midland
"-The Beltway-"

At the rate I'm goin',
Little hands will be all that hold me back.
And the minute men they stand and watch
Well fuck them through.
Don't lose touch,
Better keep those shoes,
And specs on the middle.
The minute men they stand and watch,
Well fuck them.

Still approved.
(Located in the region,
somewhere off of Bermuda.)
Caught on quick.
Consider it belittled,
Tired and deleted.

Everybody look its a breathing stepping stone,
Not to be confused with my meaningless monologue.

OH, (Hummingbird).
Killed the Lion's pride,
With the streaks (of shade).
And by the wayayayayayayay...
OH, (Hummingbird).
Killed the Lion's pride,
With the streaks (of shade).
And by the wayayayayayayay...


At the rate I'm goin',
Little hands will be all that hold me back.
And the minute men they stand and watch
Well fuck them through.
Don't lose touch,
Better keep those shoes,
And specs on the middle.
The minute men they stand and watch,
Well fuck them.

I'll be frank,
Where lights dim under pressure,
And ignore applications.
Excuse me,
Corrections are appealing,
Locks to secure breathing.

Everybody listen to him, he speaks in monotone,
Another cyborg among the fertile drones.

OH, (Hummingbird).
Killed the Lion's pride,
With the streaks (of shade).
And by the wayayayayayayay...
OH, (Hummingbird).
Killed the Lion's pride,
With the streaks (of shade).
And by the wayayayayayayay...

And now I bare this curse for you.
Not for him.
It loses a blinker,
Fought both sides.
And now I bare these thoughts of you,
Not of him.
I'll stay right here and guard the similar.

OH, (Hummingbird).
Killed the Lion's pride,
With the streaks (of shade).
And by the wayayayayayayay...
OH, (Hummingbird).
Killed the Lion's pride,
With the streaks (of shade).
And by the wayayayayayayay...

Strike!
Leg up, say you'll get.
Tell me you'll get it.
Strike!
Leg up, say you'll get.
Tell me you'll get it.
Strike!
Leg up, say you'll get.
Tell me you'll get it.
Strike!
Leg up, say you'll get.
Tell me you'll get it.