Letra de The bird

Taxi to the runway as the evening turns to night
It´s several minutes past the chance to dodge this dire flight
The engines both look ancient and the wings are swathed in rust
I should have stayed at home or took the midnight shuttle bus.

When the hell´s the steward going to bring around a drink?
This lack of ammunition gives me too much time to think
I´ll down the airline champagne and I´ll juice up on some gin
I´ll be too blind to worry when the fuselage caves in.

And now I know that I´m going to seem extreme
This bird´s going down.
Don´t want to cry or to have to make a scene
This bird´s going down.

The beast is leaping up and down I think I´m going to crack
Like Terminator my insipid dinner´s coming back
The further out we go the mortal danger only grows
I´ve got to stop myself from watching air disaster shows.

In to swamp in to a bridge into the ocean where the fishies
meet, what a tasty treat.
With pilot error or the weather or mechanics leaving checklists
incomplete.
Into a mountain or a forest or a school yard where the kids all
play, what a tragic day
A fundamentalist with suitcase full of bombs prepared to blow
this flight away.

And now I know that I´m going to seem extreme
This bird´s going down.
This bird´s going down.
This bird´s going