| There’s a brand new terror riding in the sky
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| Unseen errors that ain’t no surprise
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| You can’t get off, nowhere to hide
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| Strap yourself in, it’s gonna' be rough ride
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| Captain Chaos at the control
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| Doing loop de loop and aerobatic rolls
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| The black box is going into overtime
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| They’re calling out numbers.
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| I think this one’s mine
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| Goin' first class, so we’re jumpin' the queue
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| There there’s a bang like an engine’s blew
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| The orange horizon is where we wanna' go
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| Not thirty five thousand feet below
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| The hostess is worried, ain’t serving no junk
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| «If I die I wanna' die drunk»
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| The Captain’s cool, says it’s the norm
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| «Hold on tight, we’re going through a storm»
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| 'Cus it’s safer than walking — FOR SURE
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| Safer than crawling — ON ALL FOURS
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| Even safer than driving a tank
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| But it seems to me like walking a plank
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| When we got on we were already high
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| Only had shades to protect our eyes
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| Get the ground light on 'fore we hit town
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| We’ve had enough and we wanna' get down |