This is a song about "Air"

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

I don't even breathe the same air

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Years back you believed that the world was fair

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air