Low Flying Perfection - Guided By Voices

Didn’t I talk about or walk

Into grand endless space

Like photographing stars

Or that kind of action

Licking, looking, revealing

There is no doubt

An expression to everyone else

Low flying perfection

Shouted out it’s been broken

It’s all across the news

Straighten out an angle

Out of angel iron

Sliding, colliding around

But they won’t let it happen

Overfed vultures robbing us on the surface

They sit, admiring their epochs

Spying, lying

The grass is surely not ambitious

Or wise to what it was meant for