Fryin' Up歌词

Fryin' Up - The Flaming Lips

All right

Turn around in the perfect day

Without my babies I could get nowhere

I run a long time people stare

I'll get the bus and my legs will tear

Frying up on Easter Sunday

Blowing off everything on Monday

Well everything was half past noon

All the tussle baby on your boots

I want to move you but I just don't care

Get to pushing on an electric chair

Frying up on Easter Sunday

Blowing off everything on Monday

Take it

I keep on running yes it's such a thrill

I feel like heaven when I touch your hair

I'm in your arms and in your stare

Get to pushing on an electric chair

Frying up on Easter Sunday

Blowing off everything on Monday

Frying up on Easter Sunday

Frying up on Easter Sunday