Mouth, eyes and fly.

The flying eye

It's a fly's eye.

Ned's an awful good shot with a rifle. Hit a bird in the eye flying.

It's a fly's eye. - Weird. - Ew!

Maybe I couldn't shoot beams out of my eyes or fly, but the finger of God had touched me.

Close your eyes and imagine yourself flying across a freaking video store... ... because that's what's about to happen.

¶ don't tell me not to live ¶ ¶ just sit and putter ¶ ¶ life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter ¶ ¶ don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade ¶ ¶ don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to ¶ ¶ if someone takes a spill, it's me and not you ¶ ¶ who told you you're allowed to rain on my ¶ ¶ parade ¶ ¶ I'm marching my band out ¶ ¶ I'm beating my drum ¶ ¶ and if I'm fanned out ¶ ¶ your turn at bat, sir ¶ ¶ at least I didn't fake it ¶ ¶ hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it ¶ ¶ but whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection ¶ ¶ a freckle on the nose of life's complexion ¶ ¶ the cinder or the shiny apple ¶ ¶ of its eye ¶ ¶ I gotta fly once, I gotta try once ¶ ¶ only can die once ¶ ¶ right, sir? ¶ ¶ oh, life is juicy, juicy, and you see ¶ ¶ I gotta have my bite, sir ¶ ¶ get ready for me, love, 'cause I'm a comer ¶ ¶ I simply gotta March, my heart's a drummer ¶ ¶ don't bring around a cloud ¶ ¶ to rain on my parade ¶ ¶ I'm gonna live and live now ¶ ¶ get what I want, I know how ¶ ¶ one roll for the whole shebang ¶ ¶ one throw, that bell will go clang ¶ ¶ eye on the target and wham! ¶ ¶ one shot, one gunshot, and bam! ¶ ¶ hey, mr.