Swervedriver

Not going down in a ball of fire
Just cause the wings wont reach any higher
And Im 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 youve 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 starfuckers your boyfriend who says
Ive always loved the smell of your blood
Dont ask me why, I dont try
Were so earthbound in every town
And everybodys 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 Im alive! I cant 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 Im dead
And thats how I want to die
Dont ask me why, I dont try
But if my lights are gonna blow
Then thats the end of the show
The fuzzy end of the lollipops yours to suck
I dont wanna here anymore
And just dont 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?
Its like Carry On Through The Clouds
Its 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
[ Ejector Seat Reservation Lyrics ]