Songtexte Flight 120 - Ghostown

Whilst the sky was getting duller
I decide to get some colour
For every side there is another
You can hide, you can blubber
You can ease your debt with Easyjet
Hedge your bets with life or death
Mind your head and squeeze your legs
Bird or egg, the question begs
No P or R we like to queue
The bastard barged infant of you
Check your bag and check your shoes
Ask the terrorists for clues
They're imposing who they've chosen
The debating team they're closing
They've trumped your cards
They do play hard
Fatter than lard, secrets they guard
The lack of ground beneath my feet
A source of stress, I grind my teeth
Of course the foreign pilot speech
Lucky me or Lockerbie
Tourist guides, colonise
Trip advise, culture demise
Monetise, live or die
Who survives, buy your prize
Satisfaction never unbeaten
Soggy sandwich sitting uneaten
And my neighbours talking some bull
Engine rumble, imminent tumble
Flight crew mumble
Brace, brace