Taxi to the runway as the evening turns to night
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It's several minutes past the chance to dodge this dire flight
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The engines both look ancient and the wings are swathed in rust
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I should have stayed at home or took the midnight shuttle bus.
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When the hell's the steward going to bring around a drink?
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This lack of ammunition gives me too much time to think
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I'll down the airline champagne and I'll juice up on some gin
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I'll be too blind to worry when the fuselage caves in.
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And now I know that I'm going to seem extreme
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This bird's going down.
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Don't want to cry or to have to make a scene
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This bird's going down.
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The beast is leaping up and down I think I'm going to crack
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Like Terminator my insipid dinner's coming back
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The further out we go the mortal danger only grows
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I've got to stop myself from watching air disaster shows.
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In to swamp in to a bridge into the ocean where the fishies meet, what a tasty treat.
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With pilot error or the weather or mechanics leaving checklists incomplete.
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Into a mountain or a forest or a school yard where the kids all play, what a tragic day
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A fundamentalist with suitcase full of bombs prepared to blow this flight away.
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And now I know that I'm going to seem extreme
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This bird's going down.
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This bird's going down.
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This bird's going
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This Bird
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