Guided by Voices
Low Flying Perfection
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