Wicked Mike - Fly

The sun is calling out your name from a million miles away
It’s an everyday feeling that you share with everyone
Didn’t you see it on T.V. (our species may die today) ?
How big is a problem when it’s seen from outer space?

Would you hold my hand with faith,
go with to that better place?
Would you cry, lay down and die
or murder your tears and fly?

Every secret is a bullet and every death a shame
We dream in rock ‘n roll, awake, point fingers and blame
There’s not enough drugs to set us free when evolution’s burning
On a world that won’t stop turning, you feel it, this urge to flee

Would you hold my hand with faith,
go with to that better place?
Would you cry, lay down and die
or murder your tears and fly?

Wicked Mike

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