Trouble to Fuel Our Jets - Banana Bomb

Hey!

You’re falling in it!

Hey!

You’re sinking in it!

You!

Will feed of our exit gas when we take…

Off!

We’re ready to try.

Hey!

Not afraid to fly!

We

Use the trouble to fuel our jets!

Who dares

To know.

This is our jet pack in action.

We’ll break

The bones

Of those who doubt our affection.

Yeay-yeay-yeay-yeay!

Throttle level’s set at it’s max!

You’ll never get up if you live in flashbacks.

Stopping means falling.

We have to go forth.

Your feet are on fire, say goodbye to mother Earth.

The body may be weak, but your blast pipe glows red

We’ve got an eye of the storm right behind your backs

We are

The ones

Refusing to get defeated

We leave

Contrails

Of our vaporized fears.

Yeay-yeay-yeay-yeay!

Throttle level’s set at it’s max!

You’ll never get up if you live in flashbacks.

Leaving burning magma at the place we take off.

Fuel — check

Engines — check

Control — who cares?

Let’s go!

The body may be weak, but your blast pipes glow red

We’ve got an eye of the storm right behind your backs

Jet set let’s go!