Big Jet Planes Lyrics - Singles - Russell Crowe & 30 Odd Foot Of Grunts

(Crowe/Cochran) 

Big jet planes don't fly over me 

I'm one of the lucky ones 

I live in a quiet street 

She's all middle class 

and Bertolt Brecht 

Her first time in Amsterdam 

She came back a fuckin' mess 

But it's all over - that's all gone 

Time shades the pony and travels on 

For all of this singin' she's a real one 

Loves punchin' things and swallows inspiration 

At least she can be inspired 

Smart enough and deep enough to kiss with that fire 

Smart enough and deep enough to hold my desire 

Strong enough and street enough to grieve love's invention 

She doesn't break, I bet she bruises 

She doesn't break, I bet she bruises 

In an earthquake, I know she'd cruise it 

Big jet planes don't fly over me 

I'm usually in them 

Looking down on your street 

Know so many people I've never met 

The first time I go to Amsterdam, 

I'm coming back a fuckin' mess 

But it's all over - that's all gone 

Time shades the pony and travels on 

For all of this singin' she's a real one 

Loves punchin' things and swallows inspiration 

At least she can be inspired 

Smart enough and deep enough to kiss with that fire 

Smart enough and deep enough to hold my desire 

Strong enough and street enough to grieve love's invention 

She doesn't break, I bet she bruises 

She doesn't break, I bet she bruises 

In an earthquake, I know she'd cruise it 

I'm one of the lucky ones 

I live in a quiet street