Ronnie Bosh - Altitude Sickness lyrics

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Ronnie Bosh - Altitude Sickness lyrics

Verse 1 [Jam Baxter]: My my that's a sh** spaceship, can we switch places? Looks like a kid made it From a wet box Take off in T minus twenty slim years in ethereal deadlock Flight manual mangled Which way's up again? Text the directions to oh seven double ten triple six two five See you in a few light years on a new vibe Now who's driving? Blue lightning bolts can prove frightening for pig headed pilots More fool the righteous More fuel to guide us Cooking on a match head Knee deep in diesel Re-heat the rats nest We're hungry out here bruv Moon suited zooted up dagger tongued sprats in secluded spaces Take off in three, two, wonderful Right, great, good, I'm guessing everybody's comfortable sh**'s semi functional My my that's a sh** blueprint Looks like a kid drew this But the foolish plans of mice, men and flops sometimes work when the pressure drops So I said "grab a mask breathe deep and lie back" De-shank your eyes in a bright black sky map Sullen stung brain from a lost age finds metal My flying sky vessel Verse 2 [Ronnie Bosh]: I tried to escape from the midday spackage Wrapped it all up in a grim grey package Here sits ape static, the mid space cla**ic Ladies and gentlemen, as if they manage Strange planet? Looks like it's made out of paper Take down the vapour and wait out 'til later The great vegetator, saviour of lost men What friend? I'm a hold mine 'til I drop dead What's next?... A pint of interstellar artois Wishing on a star while I'm giving them the last chance That's a half arsed attempt at a rocket Sod it, is anybody left there to dock it? Less of the chronic, more pence in the pocket Reset the robotics, connect to the sockets Forget what you wanted, protect the dishonest Forget all the knowledge of the debts that you promise I'm rocking mechanised keks like Wallace So take my inside leg sket, I'm on this Rocking the asteroid belt of a champion So I hope understand me son, or man be gone You're listening to Jams and Ron From the odd little rock that we're standing on Scanners on, take off's in three, two, wonderful Fine, great, good, I'm hoping everybody's punctual