Udellia Lyrics

I've got a break-neck grip on my youth tonight
Searchin hard for life among the satellites
If they're coming I hope they land on my house
Since we're friendly they'd fly us both the hell out

I'm saving weekends for the girl who never calls back
My dollars flowing through the city to the contracts
I'm thinking hard of swinging axes in the northwest
Emerald city bound with hippies make it shine less