We spin, we dive
The blades can change your mind
We spin, we dive
The blades keep you safe tonight

And, oh, your broken bones
Joyriding in the sky
And, oh, you poor, poor thing
You glowing people are still awake

And, oh, oh, your broken bones
And, oh, you're just telling lies
And, oh, oh, you poor, poor thing
And, oh, you're just telling lies again

Oh, we spin
And, oh, we dive
And, oh, we keep you safe
Never mind that noise outside

And, oh, we spin
And, oh, we dive
And, oh, we keep you safe
Never mind that noise outside

All those cameras from up high
They make you all look grey
Joyriding in the sky
The blades will make you pay

Thousand people down below
They're bending in the wind
With their arms stretched open wide
They're just blades of grass, old enough to be trimmed

Thousand people down below
They're bending in the wind
With their arms stretched open wide
They're just blades of grass, old enough to be trimmed

Thousand people down below
They're bending in the wind
With their arms stretched open wide
They're just blades of grass, old enough to be trimmed

And they're bending in the wind
And they're bending in the wind
And they're bending in the wind
And they're begging to be trimmed

Back to bed
Another man's hand on the joystick instead of mine
He spins, he dives
Oh, what's the noise outside?

Panes of glass and action men
Playing God for a job
I spin, I dive, I whirl around
I sleep, trying, at least

Won't they stop, come back down?
It's ever so expensive to run that around
The city burns
The blades turn

All those cameras from the sky
They make you grey, you've lost your mind
Through thick black smoke, pissing in the street
Avoiding all the people that you'd wish to meet
Some day
Some, oh, some day