The Air Lyrics - The Mothers Of Invention

The air 

Escaping from your mouth 

The hair 

Escaping from your nose 

My heart 

Escaping from the scraping 

And the shaping 

Of the draping . . . 

I'm awaking 

In a T-shirt 

In a Chevy 

At the beach 

And I'm freezing 

And I'm wheezing 

And I know 

You were only teasing 

I hit you 

Then I beat you 

Then I told you 

That I love you 

In my car 

In a jar 

In my car 

In a jar 

The air 

Escaping from your pits 

The hair 

Escaping from my teeth 

My hands 

Are gripping 

But they're slipping 

And they're dripping 

'Cause I'm tripping 

I got busted 

(Wasted) 

Coming through customs 

(I'm so wasted) 

With a suitcase 

(Wasted) 

Full of tapes 

(I'm so wasted) 

It was special 

Tape recording 

And they grabbed me 

While I was boarding 

Yes, they grabbed me 

Then they beat me 

Then they told me 

They don't like me 

And I crashed 

In my Nash 

We can crash 

In my Nash 

We can crash 

In my Nash 

We can crash 

In my Nash 

We can crash 

In my Nash