Hawkwind
Ejection
Ground Control: Cockpit check?
Pilot: Yes, OK.
Ground Control: Largactil...five milligrammes.
Pilot: Largactil, check.
Ground Control: Valium...ten milligrammes.
Pilot: Valium... ten, check.
Ground Control: Haloperidol...five milligrammes.
Pilot: Which one's that?
Ground Control: Little white ones. W-W-W for white.
Pilot: W for white. OK, check.
Ground Control: Phenobarbitone. Five milligrammes.
Pilot: *growing increasingly tired* Check...
Ground Control: Disipel...five milligrammes.
Pilot: Check...
Ground Control: Glass of water.
Pilot: ...check...
Ground Control and Pilot: Our father...which art in heaven, ...mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.
There's only one course of action
Left for me to take
I've tried every switch selection
That might control this state
I think for my protection
I'd better make it straight
Into Ejection
Into Ejection
Letras de cancionesInto Ejection
Into Ejection
The radar screen's projection
Tells me I'm too late
To make a course correction
I'm about to meet my fate
No time for reflection
I'd better make it straight
Into Ejection
Into Ejection
Into Ejection
Into Ejection
From Letras Mania