Lindberghs & Metal Birds Paroles

And the eagle scouts you belong
With the haemophiliacs
Out on the front line
Out on the front line...

We've got the straw in the wind
To fill your belly with buckshot
It's a minor detail
That we furbished with white-out

You want something concrete
But your city is sinking,
It was built on sand
You should have planned ahead
Oh leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Keep your head out of the clouds

Coming down, your victory towers And eagle scouts you belong
With the convalescents who couldn't make it on the front line
Out on the front line
Out on the front line...

We've got the straw in the wind
To fill your belly with buckshot
It's a minor detail
That we furbished with white-out

And you want something concrete
But your city is sinking,
It was built on sand
You should have planned ahead
Oh leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
Leave it up to the Lindberghs and the Metal Birds
And keep, keep, keep, keep your head out of the clouds