Lyrics Last Plane Out - Toy Matinee, Patrick Leonard

Last Plane Out

Greetings from Sodom
How we wish you were here
The weather’s getting warmer
Now that the trees are all cleared
No time for a conscience
And we recognize no crime
Yeah, we got dogs and Valvoline
And it’s a pretty damn good time
Man of reason, not of rhyme
Keep the spoils and share the crime (Hey!)
Good man, Bad man, lost without (Without!)
A hope for passage on the last plane out
Whoa!
Whoa!
Whoa.
Aaah.
There was one repressed do-gooder
And a few who still believed
Yes I think there were five good men here yesterday
But they were asked to leave
So we’ve kept the good old vices
And labored to invent a few
With cake in vulgar surplus
We can have it and eat it, too
Man of reason, not of rhyme
Keep the spoils and share your crimes
Good man, Bad man, lost without
A hope for passage on the last plane out
Man of reason, hide your face
Walking backwards, plays his ace
Good man, Bad man, (every man) lost without
A hope for passage on the last plane out
So here’s a concept you can’t dance to
An idea you cannot hum
There may not be an empty seat
When all is said and done
I’m not the guy who sings the hymns
No bleeding hearts to mend
But I like the part where Icarus
Hijacks the little red hen
Someone said the Big Man
May be joining us soon
But I never was the type to hang
With the harbingers of doom
And this party is addictive
Self-destructive, no doubt
So I hope that someone saves a seat for me
On the last plane out
Man of reason, not of rhyme
Keep the spoils and share the crime
Good man, Bad man, (every man) lost without
A hope for passage on the last plane out
Man of reason, hide your face
Walking backwards, plays his ace
Good man, Bad man, (every man) lost without
A hope for passage on the last plane out
Man of reason, not of rhyme
Keep the spoils and share your crimes
Good man, Bad man, lost without
A hope for passage on the last plane out
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