Not going down in a ball of fire Just cause the wings wont reach any higher And Im the psychotic tripping in the aisles Sheet rain on the window pain Now at the bar, gnashing and gurning And never quite turning As the hostess turns to me and jokes At least youve always got a good tale to tell When you die well I keep crashing out and dreaming about Black African goddesses in white western underwear So there And when you say everybody is a star in the end Then the greatest starfuckers your boyfriend who says Ive always loved the smell of your blood Dont ask me why, I dont try Were so earthbound in every town And everybodys got a right to a will to want to live And a right to want to die Please help us back on to our feet Escort us to the ejector seats And Im alive! I cant seem to hide it Got people calling out my name and everything Death by chandelier She says Death by chandelier! It falls on my head and Im dead And thats how I want to die Dont ask me why, I dont try But if my lights are gonna blow Then thats the end of the show The fuzzy end of the lollipops yours to suck I dont wanna here anymore And just dont tell me the Fulham score Please help me back on to my feet Reserve me the ejector seat Go away Go away Take me to Nirvana or Shangrila And somewhere on my journey I saw everything Not going down in a ball of fire A little man sitting on my shoulder Top hat and tails and he carries a folder And written within is a list of the men Who went down before me Am I not going down? Its like Carry On Through The Clouds Its like flying with Satan sharing the navigation And he keeps grabbin hold of the controls Please help me back on to my feet Reserve me the ejector seat Go away Go away Fly me to Nirvana or Shangrila Somewhere on my journey I saw everything Where the songs do grow And the flowers can sing
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