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Pop Will Eat Itself Cure For Sanity Nightmare At 20,000ft Welcome to hell! Sweating on the top line At the airline Check-in not check out Wish I could get the hell out This is no joke The thing could go up in smoke Or plummet to the ground As the G-force pulls us down Flight! Fright! Get uptight! Throw a seven in the clouds and Out go yer lights City to city! State to state! Roasting coast to coast In a megaton freight crate Hurtle down the runway Is it a one way trip to heaven Or hell on wheels? In a 747 I get a little freaky When there's only air and Steel beneath me "Fasten your seatbelt We hope you enjoy the ride." CHORUS Junk metal in the air! It's a total nightmare At 20,000 feet! Are ready for a rough ride? Tis could be suicide Turbulance ahead I think my lunch Is on the uprise! Far out! This dread ain't funky My hair's on end there's no blood left in me! It's not the car of the bus Or the train! It's the plane When we hit top speed It's always the same Sweating red hot But chilled to the bone Side to side Bouncing off the ozone Tranquilise me! Hypnotise me! Technofear haz paralyzed me all around me people grinning Laughing while my head is Spinning Shakin' like a leaf >From my head to my feet Strapped to a seat At 20,000 feet Safer in the air Than on the ground! CHORUS -------------------------------------- |
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