There's a brand new terror riding in the sky,
unseen errors that ain't no surprise.
You can't get off, nowhere to hide,
strap yourself in, it's gonna' be rough ride.
Captain Chaos at the control,
doing loop de loop and aerobatic rolls.
The black box is going into overtime,
they're calling out numbers ..
.. I think this one's mine.
Goin' first class, so we're jumpin' the queue,
there there's a bang like an engine's blew.
The orange horizon is where we wanna' go,
not thirty five thousand feet below.
The hostess is worried, ain't serving no junk,
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