Candy date air lines Welcomes you aboard the flight F U N to Nirvana
The gangway gives me shelter The merchant and the rain I shuffle for my ticket To show it once again
Overhead the lockers are full up to the brim Of shiny souvenirs, duty-free and film The Cabault 37, reserved a window seat I hit her as I passed her, tidied up and neat Too tired to confront her, I sit next to the aisle
I recognize my neighbor I've seen her on the screen I read the open movies And frivolous magazines
Find myself, find myself Against everything I stand for Now I'm sitting by your side
The safety regulations Are vigorously explained The exits have been pointed The buckle-belts are strained
Upwards lifts the Eagle Silver towards the sun The in-flight entertainment Is suddenly switched on I glance at the reporter Who reasoning's alone
I settle for my journey Perched upon my throne To my left the actress Whose work just makes me groan
The pilot gave a signal The stewardesses talk Of other stewardesses Of distant foreign ports They glanced at one another And continued on their walk
The meal was served in plastic Containers wrapped in foil A special pack contains salt Vinegar and oil
To add to my discomfort Lightning hits the deck Down the aisle they venture Pouring cups of tea
Two gentlemen of business And ladies of the scene They crave for the interior As lightning strikes again
The aeroplane subsides down Then rattles like a snake The baby behind screams out The perfume Charlie escapes Into a piñata, the feller of its place
Enter the confusion, a solitary man Holds a roll of some tax Disguised as a ticking beer can Fear strikes the golly Panic buttons ring
The hijacker plane's a madness The steward brings him a tray He writes into a notebook Demands that he must gain If anyone should care to See their families again
On the tray he places The notebook and the ticking can
The steward brings the message Outside the tempers brawl He rocks from chair to chair Till he reaches the cabin door He knocks on it discreetly Inside they welcome him
The captain hands his radio He contacts his HQ Listing the demands out While contacting his crew Under no illusion He furrows his brow too
Find myself, find myself Against everything you stood for Now I'm sitting by your side
Why is this man special He sits in his plain clothes He poses a civilian Ready for the fall
Rises to the occasion As the drama still unfolds He aims at the hijacker Stuns him with his gun
Find myself, find myself Find myself, find myself Against everything you stood for Now I'm sitting by your side
At this point I declare my Field of expertise I whisper to the hostess To get me all the things I need For I'm a bomb disposal expert In your hour of need
The pinchers and the tweezers Require steady hands I wrestle with the wires The bomb keeps ticking on The actress holds a tin can So right on her arm
Find myself, find myself Against everything you stood for Now I'm sitting by your side
Finally I unlock it, the wire colored red The one that I must cut to To put this piece to bed And now this strange dilemma Enters my weary head
The golden opportunity To dispose of a TV personality Has given me this moment An unexpected poison chalice
I ponder for a moment Exactly where I'll miss Do I explode with the actress Or reach out with a kiss?
Find myself, find myself Now we're in this shit together Let's let each other live
The land to our heroes welcome Let the press conference begin
So to recap Point 1, some man with issues Tried to blow up the plane I am traveling on Point 2, a love interest in the actress Who is sat next to me
Point 3, I am a bomb disposal expert At my location and I saved Everybody's life on the plane
Now in a nutshell This is how the scenario plans out The pilot safely, heroically Some would say lands the plane
It's surrounded by fire engines Police, media, cameras, ambulances, etcetera And we are missioned to a big-shift press conference While the event's cost a bank And must have bust some companies
Myself, the pilot and the actress Are rushed into a hastily arranged press-conference After this near death experience I say to the media that myself And the actress are enclosed,
And the initial night of passion Results in a love-child so fly
We sold the best photos of the child For an abusive 1 million dollar Fee to Howdy magazine And we live unhappily ever after
Well, that's it from me, thank you for listening And please fly home safely And by the way should you ever Bump into me in the street, my name is
Skylon, Skylon, Skylon, way up high Cutting at the wires as the people start to cry Skylon, Skylon, way up high Cutting at the wires as the people start to cry Hour, hour, week by week Look into the mirror before getting on with me
Skylon, Skylon, way up high Cutting at the wires as the people start to cry Skylon, Skylon, way up high Cutting at the wires as the people start to cry
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