You work all night. And it's really frightening. 'Cause you're so ambitious. . It's just a habit. That you have to grab it. You're avaricious. . I know you'll make it.
With your complicated apparatus. In your elaborate laboratory. Doctor Frankenstein won't you create us. Something terrifying for us to see. . And ooh, we like to be frightened.
Long and lean, a silver queen. Have you ever seen such a flying machine?. Hits the ground as fast as sound. Seven hundred thousand pounds of little pieces lying around.
He waved a real gun. And he went on the run. He found out how to live. Just like a fugitive. Life on the run is like. The edge of a razor. It was not a tragedy.
Death to engines in the air. Chaos take the human wing. Death to jet and turbo prop. Death to stick and death to string. Ruin the fuselage. Destruction to the aerilon.
I focused the magnifying glass. That brought the downfall of Icarus.. I focused the magnifying glass. That brought the downfall of Icarus.. Balloons were easy; a simple pin;.
I don't feel fear or panic. And nothing brings me down. I'm an aerospaceage warrior. . I can fly sideways through sound. My reflexes and reactions. Are as fast as a machine.
The digital read-out of the fuel and the pressure. The flickering needle of time overloading. The glare of the headlights reverts in the distance. . The luminous green glow of the dials on the dashboard at night.
All good things must end. The straightest rose will bend. Its colours droop and wilt. Just like a love affair. . The Pink Sensation fades. The Sterling Silver fades.
Late in the night he woke to a phone call.. They'd found a device and it was unstable.. They'd thrown a cordon and evacuated.. The cool courage of bomb squad officers.
A flight of steel eagles tearing by. The ripped silk screaming of the rended sky. Flame on through sound and make time fly. . What a good way to go. What a good way to go.
Why do you always have to make me explain?. Go over everything time, time and again. You go around with your mind in a sling. Even when I tell you it did not mean a thing.
He went to work. Went on with a Thompson gun. Ten magazines and his case weighed a ton. Booked a hotel room with a view of the street. And a speakeasy bar room where the hoodlums all meet.
There's a convoy coming:. Carrying a load of coal.. All we've got is banners,. On a six-foot pole.. I said: slow down brother,. You ain't driving in here..