Air hostesses are dreaming at the bar I thought I heard somebody say I wish I was in america There's been no surprises here, not since the crash There's been no survivors since the missus was blinded by the flash
I can't see you anywhere But I look for you everywhere
Arms dealers up in arms at the prices of the drinks A divorcee keeps telling me that this whole picture stinks And all the co-pilots who just wanna fly The architect tips his glass and says well here's mud in your eye
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