Airplane Mode Lyrics - Survival Story - Flobots

Cowboys in a spaceship, the crowd noise is wasted 

Women take pics so they can seem naked 

Guys tell jokes so they can see 'em naked 

Church ladies vote what they perceive sacred 

Proposition hatred, phosphorous in riverbeds 

Billion dollars spilled to fill esophagus with cigarettes 

Philosophers plot to maul nations out of shock and awe 

Generation of ideas, children who won't talk at all 

Profits fall 

Chalk on walls 

Years spent on prison cells 

Next to die, living hell 

His twelve peers didn't exercise their privilege well 

Babies raised through the glass 

Bullets at the border, war games take a stab 

Coordinate who can pass like a paper bag 

Minutes on an internet porn page, fornicate make her gag 

What's the damage for the neighbor tagged by the amateur? 

Water blast erase the trace of the canisters 

Water path took the stairways left the banister 

Washed over premises, turned up percentages 

Lost under sludge, lots of revised sentences 

Defense budgets padded by sandbags and sandwiches 

Wasted 

Drag this baggage, hold this damage 

Cope the best that we can manage 

Want solutions, need new standards 

Cry our beauty from the ashes 

Drag this baggage, hold this damage 

Cope the best that we can manage 

Want solutions, need new standards 

Cry our beauty from the ashes 

To do list, throw away mail, go buy envelopes 

Who's this 'Coulda-been-Rhodes-Scholar-centerfold? 

Every day's a resource, to be sure it's integral 

The rebirth from t-shirts to minerals 

The ward's filthy, search for another light in town 

Nobody else home, can't carry their same load 

But I feel guilty like the flight went down 

And my cellphone wasn't on airplane mode 

Soy-based newsprint, black market food stamps 

Poison in the Pete moss, suffocated beat box 

B-boys in detox, corrugated cardboard 

Lockheed lobbyists' floor debating 'Star Wars' 

Yeast and fungi, spring-tails ants and nematodes 

Sawdust yellow-cake, organics decompose 

Bokashi, EM-inoculated, wheat bran 

Toxic compounds broken down under coffee ground 

Ancient carcasses in the sphagnum lost and found 

Empty cartridges from a magnum tossed into 

Agricultural lime rock-flour and seaweed meal 

Bio-remediate man-made molecules 

Wasted 

Drag this baggage, hold this damage 

Cope the best that we can manage 

Want solutions, need new standards 

Cry our beauty from the ashes 

Drag this baggage, hold this damage 

Cope the best that we can manage 

Want solutions, need new standards 

Cry our beauty from the ashes 

Ashes to eggshells, wood-chips to whiskers 

Anything we can mess up, we can fix up 

Sword to plowshare, soiled from beneath the trash 

Detroit Red into El-Hajj Malik Shabazz 

Oil drum to steel pan, prisoner to Gramsci 

Rose from the concrete 

Reverse the flows of the Ponzi schemes 

Crip-walk to a conscious beat, hip-hop is a compost heap 

Gangsters to gardeners, rivals into partners 

Fanatics to reformers, felons into farmers 

Inmates to fathers of inner city scholars 

Pop-tarts to salad, teens into college 

Lawns into restaurants, centerfold models to artists 

Police abuse to catharsis 

Street sergeants into peace departments 

Thousand dollar bill to green for all markets 

Back-lots to blacktops and cash crops for have nots 

Metal into scrap shops, jobs for the cast-offs 

Cracks-pots into earth-ships for urban astronauts 

Reservation into reservoir of wisdom 

We used to know, use the whole 

Animal landfill to future home 

Pacifist guerrillas to bazooka zones 

Black hawks to attics, C-130's to super-dome 

Newborns on computer phones 

So the smile's not 

Wasted 

Drag this baggage, hold this damage 

Cope the best that we can manage 

Want solutions, need new standards 

Cry our beauty from the ashes 

Drag this baggage, hold this damage 

Cope the best that we can manage 

Want solutions, need new standards 

Cry our beauty from the ashes