"Where Billionaires Go To Die (Whistle Me Home, Harlan Ellison) / Engine Flameout" lyrics
[Where Billionaires Go to Die (Whistle Me Home, Harlan Ellison)]
Found a dead body in my backyard today
He had a bad tan and was wearing a toupee
A rocket blew up, he fell out of the sky
Landed in this place where billionaires go to die
Seven of his ex-wives have gathered on my porch
They haven't been so happy since they day they got divorced
His kids are laughing, tears of joy are all they cry
Playing in this place where billionaires go to die
Sometimes you find them at the bottom of the sea
All packed together like a can of smoked sardines
Looking pretty stupid in their homemade submarine
Didn't have a lifeboat, oh, delicious irony
Tonight we'll party, yes, we'll have a good time
Living in this land where billionaires go to die
(Whistle me home, Harlan Ellison)
[Engine Flameout]
She has a small apartment right next to the airport
She deserves someplace better, but this is all she can afford
She used to share a house in the center of town
But there was a need for luxury living, so the city tore it down
Engine flameouts are shooting stars
Makes a wish on a falling jet
She'd love to just curl up and die
But she knows that this world is not done with her yet
Five floors of cardboard stacked above a Whole Foods
This is the new world city planners have approved
Her father owned a house back when one job was enough
To feed an entire family and fill your garage with stuff
Engine flameouts are shooting stars
Makes a wish on falling jet
She'd love to just curl up and die
But she knows that the world is not done with her yet
Mayday, mayday, engine flameout
Found a dead body in my backyard today
He had a bad tan and was wearing a toupee
A rocket blew up, he fell out of the sky
Landed in this place where billionaires go to die
Seven of his ex-wives have gathered on my porch
They haven't been so happy since they day they got divorced
His kids are laughing, tears of joy are all they cry
Playing in this place where billionaires go to die
Sometimes you find them at the bottom of the sea
All packed together like a can of smoked sardines
Looking pretty stupid in their homemade submarine
Didn't have a lifeboat, oh, delicious irony
Tonight we'll party, yes, we'll have a good time
Living in this land where billionaires go to die
(Whistle me home, Harlan Ellison)
[Engine Flameout]
She has a small apartment right next to the airport
She deserves someplace better, but this is all she can afford
She used to share a house in the center of town
But there was a need for luxury living, so the city tore it down
Engine flameouts are shooting stars
Makes a wish on a falling jet
She'd love to just curl up and die
But she knows that this world is not done with her yet
Five floors of cardboard stacked above a Whole Foods
This is the new world city planners have approved
Her father owned a house back when one job was enough
To feed an entire family and fill your garage with stuff
Engine flameouts are shooting stars
Makes a wish on falling jet
She'd love to just curl up and die
But she knows that the world is not done with her yet
Mayday, mayday, engine flameout
