Nour Currie - Skunkworks Lyrics

We're all ridin' out like freaks on a freeway
Gatherin' strength to break out the right day
Seein' all the tropes of click-clack rat-a-tat
Smokin' all your grass in the back of your cadillac
Runnin' off the scenery they act hoi-polloi
Grab a grenade and let it deploy
We function well in summer
But our cycles are a bummer
Let us tell what is hiding in the back of the tool shed

Everything's a mess
It's always hard to guess

We're taking this world
And we're taking it this way
Never gonna see the semi trucks
On the freeway
Lookin at the back shop
Don't you let that mic drop
Sting a wasp instead
As the phony little record stops
You sing your song, but you sing it fraudulently
Typically, with symmetry, try to stop it willingly
Bloated stag
Red flag
Nitrous in a black bag
Jet lag
Watch you nag
Spray it til you both gag
We won't stop until we see the moon
So get that old guitar into tune
The leaves have been strewn
By this electric typhoon
Virtual is shutting down this whole platoon
We might fail this journey possibly
Skunkworks, chunks hurt
Bow down to the prodigy
I may be nothing but a wannabe
Writin' all these songs rather sloppily
But it don't matter
Mix the batter
Scream it 'til your ears splatter
And don't you run
This shit ain't fun
He ain't the sun
It hurts a ton
Have someone
Mic shun
Spit it 'til you're outdone
Rats and fleas
Spray the bees
Breathe, wheeze
Take the music out with ease