Fiery Crash

Turnstiles on mezzanine
 Jet ways and Dramamine fiends
 And x-ray machines
 You were hurling through space
 G-forces twisting your face
 Breeding superstition
 A fatal premonition
 You know you got to envision
 The fiery crash
 Oh close your eyes and you wake up
 Face stuck to a vinyl settee
 Oh the line was starting to break up
 Just as you were starting to say
 Something apropos I don't know
 Beige tiles and magazines
 Lou Dobbs and the CNN team
 On every monitor screen
 You were caught in the crossfire
 Where every human face
 Has you reaching for your mace
 So it's kind of an imposition
 Fatal premonition
 To save our lives you've got to envision
 And to save all our lives you've got to envision
 The fiery crash
 It's just a formality
 Why must I explain?
 Just a nod to mortality
 Before you get on a plane
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 Oh close your eyes and you wake up
 Face stuck to a vinyl settee
 Oh the line was starting to break up
 What was that you were going to say?