The Falcon Songtext
von Wyldlife

Ooh!

Four-wheeled big deal
Chrome covered total eruption
Can′t catch a break, my mistake
Then all of a sudden

I'm backing out of the driveway
Back your head out your ass
You′re begging me to tap on the brake lines
Ain't no good; The good times just don't last

Stand tall: the eight balls
Just a second away from sinking
Another rail? Can′t fail!
Honey, what the hell were you thinking?
No, you weren′t thinking

Creeping out of the concrete
Crossing over the line
You look at me as if I was crazy
Nah, son, it's just the first time I felt fine


Riding the Falcon
RIding the Falcon
Riding the Falcon; We ain′t coming down
Riding the Falcon
Take a seat in the Falcon
Riding the Falcon; We ain't coming down
We′re too high to come down

Slow dance carte blanche
Good gig if you can land it
Small pile faster miles an hour
That's why they demand it

Stepping into the sunset
I′ll see you in another state
Climb aboard the wings of tomorrow
Shut the door, we can't afford to be late

Riding the Falcon
RIding the Falcon
Riding the Falcon; We ain't coming down
Riding the Falcon
Take a seat in the Falcon
Riding the Falcon; We ain′t coming down
We′re too high!

I can't stop
I can′t stop
I can't stop


Riding the Falcon
RIding the Falcon
Riding the Falcon; We ain′t coming down
Riding the Falcon
Take a seat in the Falcon
Riding the Falcon; We ain't coming down
We′re too high to come down!