Big Jet Planes  (CroweCochran)  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 street30 Odd Foot of Grunts Lyrics Index