"I love to fly... It's just a long, peace and quiet Nothing around you but clear, blue sky No one to ha**le you, no one to tell you where to go, or what to do The only bad part about flying is having to come back down to the f**ing world." Slowly, the albatross comes down And witless, his body meets the ground And like him I find peace Like him I get release As the ba*tard son of all that's turned out wrong Well, you've got a lot to tease me about Well, I'm just lucky, I guess Ain't nobody talkin' bout the clothes I've been wearin' Well, take it from me I've been blessed And I've seen the desolation all their attention brings And I learned my lesson at the back of the cla**room If your voice is a loud one, try not to say anything So won't you please be gentle with this one, He's meek and he's mild, messianic child. Can't you see he's hopelessly bold, he's bought and he's sold, And there's more than he's told And when everything turns out wrong, He knows it'll be alright. I'm the ba*tard son of all that's wrong And I've seen the desolation all their attention brings And I learned my lesson at the back of the cla**room If your voice is a loud one, you'll never stop screaming Well there's been so many days you have shouted it down to them, Searching the ground for a good place to land again. And you've been drifing in the meantime, Aching in the meantime. You know we albatross are made to fly not land... You know we albatross are made to fly not land... You know we albatross are made to fly not land... And you'll never stop screaming