The Brasshole Fiasco

Fear Of Flying

The Brasshole Fiasco


So when I told I was taking a trip way across the sea, I knew I’d miss you awfully.
Two weeks apart, it seems too long, don’t worry fork I’ll write you a song, when I get home we’ll both sing along.
But then you dropped me off and I took off, I knew it was a mistake…
I’m getting claustrophobic, I need a drink…

Flying eight miles high, Way up high in the sky,
And I know when I left I said I would be back, but I lied…
Cause we’re all gonna die
Flying eight miles high
And I know when I left I said I would be back, but I lied
Cause we’re all gonna die

Imagination gets the best of me; we plummet to the sea, eaten by sharks so violently.
The landing gear it won’t come out, a chaotic flight we scream and shout. I hope the pilot can figure it out.
Or the engine blows up, we burn and crash. The plane’s hijacked by Mr. Mustache. The windows blow out, we get sucked down, I’m flying…

Flying eight miles high, Way up high in the sky,
And I know when I left I said I would be back, but I lied…
Cause we’re all gonna die
Flying eight miles high
And I know when I left I said I would be back, but I lied
Cause we’re all gonna die

Oh no I think I’m falling,
Oh no I think I’m dying.
Oh no I think I’m falling,
I have this fear of flying.
[x4]

Flying eight miles high, Way up high in the sky,
And I know when I left I said I would be back, but I lied…
Cause we’re all gonna die
Flying eight miles high
And I know when I left I said I would be back, but I lied
Cause we’re all gonna die

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