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