Ejector Seat Reservation Lyrics
| Song | Ejector Seat Reservation |
| Artist | Swervedriver |
| Album | Ejector Seat Reservation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Swervedriver | |
| Not going down in a ball of fire | |
| Just 'cause the wings won't reach any higher | |
| And I'm 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 you've 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 starfucker's your boyfriend who says | |
| I've always loved the smell of your blood | |
| Don't ask me why, | |
| I don't try | |
| We're so earthbound in every town | |
| And everybody's 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 I'm alive! | |
| I can't 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 | |
| I'm dead And that's how | |
| I want to die | |
| Don't ask me why, | |
| I don't try | |
| But if my lights are gonna blow | |
| Then that's the end of the show | |
| The fuzzy end of the lollipop's yours to suck | |
| I don't wanna here anymore | |
| And just don't 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 | |
| Shangri-la | |
| 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? | |
| It's like | |
| Carry On Through | |
| The Clouds | |
| It's 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 | |
| Shangri-la | |
| Somewhere on my journey | |
| I saw everything | |
| Where the songs do grow | |
| And the flowers can sing |
| zuo qu : Swervedriver | |
| Not going down in a ball of fire | |
| Just ' cause the wings won' t reach any higher | |
| And I' m 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 you' ve 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 starfucker' s your boyfriend who says | |
| I' ve always loved the smell of your blood | |
| Don' t ask me why, | |
| I don' t try | |
| We' re so earthbound in every town | |
| And everybody' s 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 I' m alive! | |
| I can' t 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 | |
| I' m dead And that' s how | |
| I want to die | |
| Don' t ask me why, | |
| I don' t try | |
| But if my lights are gonna blow | |
| Then that' s the end of the show | |
| The fuzzy end of the lollipop' s yours to suck | |
| I don' t wanna here anymore | |
| And just don' t 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? | |
| It' s like | |
| Carry On Through | |
| The Clouds | |
| It' s 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Swervedriver | |
| Not going down in a ball of fire | |
| Just ' cause the wings won' t reach any higher | |
| And I' m 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 you' ve 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 starfucker' s your boyfriend who says | |
| I' ve always loved the smell of your blood | |
| Don' t ask me why, | |
| I don' t try | |
| We' re so earthbound in every town | |
| And everybody' s 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 I' m alive! | |
| I can' t 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 | |
| I' m dead And that' s how | |
| I want to die | |
| Don' t ask me why, | |
| I don' t try | |
| But if my lights are gonna blow | |
| Then that' s the end of the show | |
| The fuzzy end of the lollipop' s yours to suck | |
| I don' t wanna here anymore | |
| And just don' t 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? | |
| It' s like | |
| Carry On Through | |
| The Clouds | |
| It' s 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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