| Lyrics: | There's a brand new terror riding in the sky,
unseen errors that ain't no surprise.
You
can't get off, nowhere to hide,
strap yourself in, it's gonna' be rough ride.
Captain
Chaos at the control,
doing loop de loop and aerobatic rolls.
The black box is going into
overtime,
they're calling out numbers ..
.. I think this one's mine.
Goin' first
class, so we're jumpin' the queue,
there there's a bang like an engine's blew.
The orange
horizon is where we wanna' go,
not thirty five thousand feet below.
The hostess is
worried, ain't serving no junk, |
