The Flaming Lips Thirty-Five Thousand Feet of Despair Lyrics

Okay I'll admit that I really don't understand
Riding to work in 2025 (your invisible now)
Thirty-five thousand feet of despair
A machine in India
The train runs over the camel but is derailed by the gnat
How will we know? (futuristic crashendos)
March of the rotten vegetables
The big ol' bug is the new baby now

Written by: Michael Ivins, Steven Drozd, Wayne Coyne
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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