Fly High

Another airport, another check in They bitching over, wont let you with drink Another plane, airbus 339 Stewards are just fine, captain take off fine Press button „need drink“ and i´ve got one Gin and the tonic brighter than a sun After ten more, than I switched to rum Totaly wasted, flying to Japan Fly high, 666 miles per an hour Calling you baby, need another bottle of wine Fly high, thousand feets in paradise Above freezing clouds, land of the rising sun Feel like and rockstar when I hit the strings Audience waiting, madness on the brink Turn amp on 10 and let´s follow the show Life is amazing, here we are to go…