1940's Fighter Jet - The Sidekicks

Well you were using me for cover

Moments after we hit the ground

Those aren’t stars, those are airplanes

Overhead for the air-raid

And i hope we both live on

I hope my engine gets me home

I hope next time you see me

You’d still like to kiss me

Free like your shoulders in your clothes

Free like the bible you just stole

Free like the hand that you grab hold then let go

Let go

What truths do they home in at you

Don’t you wish you were a past you?

Uniformed, awful, totally stable

Standing in line for bread and wine

You know with which words to greet it

Standing in line for bread and wine

They told you just how to receive it

Don’t you see it?

Free like your shoulders in your clothes

Free like the bible you just stole

Free like the hand that you grab hold then let go

And if free was your last month’s rent payed down

And if free was my high-school conscience

How our heads would split open, exposing our thoughts and

How, just like twin fighter airplanes, they’d fly out