Morten Abel - Helicopter lyrics

I came with the season of the colour The making of the dollar The future and the preacher words of clowns The preacher words of clowns I came from the city made of sulfer My breath smells of vinegar No respect, I forgot the gallipot Forgot the gallipot I'm always in some kind of mire....mire And I want to try to get higher Helicopter I call it the freeway Look what money can buy Some men prefer to sail the sea I call it the aerospace I went as president of Amerika With flashes of cameras I can't wait to get home to my mama To get home to my mama I went lifted up by a propeller I brought my umbrella If I wanted to jump off in the night To jump off in the night I'm always in some kind of mire....mire I want to buy not hire Some men prefer to sail the sea Helicopter Some men prefer to sail the sea I call it the freeway Some men prefer to sail the sea Look what money can buy Some men prefer to sail the sea I call it the aerospace Some men prefer to sail the sea Look what money can buy Some men prefer to sail the sea Some men prefer to sail the sea I like to fly I like to fly I die as a happy fella Distant suns and stellas Twinkling like helicopter flies Some men prefer to sail the sea Some men prefer to sail the sea I call it the freeway Some men prefer to sail the sea Look what money can buy Some men prefer to sail the sea Some men prefer to sail the sea Some men prefer to sail the sea Look what money can buy