Thus, Ikarus

Lyrics

Blue is just another word for blue

Green is just a thing we used to do

Yellow is a feather, gray is feather weather

Faith is a career in outer space

Hope is a veneer of fretless bass

Love is a suggestion; please repeat the question, buddy

Sitting on a porch is getting old
Sitting on a board is minting gold
Sitting on a fork hurts
Sitting on a big black horse is beautiful, beautiful

Mandibular fossa, mandibular fossa, mandibular fossa
Cueto, cueto, cueto [Repeat]

Meet the chairman, he's making you laugh

But he'll torture you slowly for a year and a half

Gaily setting ablaze everything that's dear

In one other, and out the ear

Now the cliff around which your fingers curl

Disintegrates to sludge at the end of the world

As you're falling from grease, steam sucking your breath

Maybe you'll be rescued by the corporate jet

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Mandibular fossa, mandibular fossa, mandibular fossa
Cueto, cueto, cueto [Repeat]

Hey, poppet, you shouldn't complain

When you're swimming in the lava under acid rain

When the hailstones hit, it might sting a bit

But pestilence brings a certain clarity, doesn't it?

Sure, it's hard to endure

And you only really know three things for sure:
There is no sanctuary, is no spoon
There is no Dana, only Zuul
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

Lovey, up in the pool - it's never enough
Lovey, up in the pool - she's saving up for
Hubby, up in the pool - it's never enough
Lovey, up in the pool - she's saving up for the...

Mandibular fossa (up in the pool)
Mandibular fossa (it's never enough)
Mandibular fossa (up in the pool)
Cueto, cueto, cueto (she's saving up for the...) [Repeat]

Mandibular fossa

Pocket parks are wearing trousers out

Telmarines are marmots filled with doubt

Pepper is a macro

Leather makes a big black hat grow

beautiful, beautiful

Mandibular fossa, mandibular fossa, mandibular fossa
(Beautiful, beautiful)
Cueto, cueto, cueto (There is no Dana, only Zuul)
Mandibular fossa, mandibular fossa, mandibular fossa
(Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful)
Cueto, cueto, cueto
(There's no basement in the Alamo)

There's bees!

Spring is when a young man's fancy turns

Autumn is a leaf that boasts and burns

Winter is a pixie

Summer is asphyxiating

Armor is a suit that doesn't fold

Ardor is a dish that's best served cold

Bedlam is impending

Everything is ending