Swervedriver - Ejector Seat Reservation (2003) by Swervedriver (보컬) on maniadb.com

Black Power, girl power, rack and ruin
Blackmail, ponytail, something doin'
Something pulls me over
Pulls me through to you
Walking downstairs sideways
Vodka, sonic proof
Screaming murder always
And trying to catch it
Trying to catch it
Trying to catch it

And bring me the head of the fortune teller
It wasn't meant to be this way
It weren't meant to work out this way
So bring me the head of the fortune teller
I'm gonna wear it 'round my neck as a charm
When I feel lucky I'm gonna chance my arm

Sure-fire, backfire, golden shoes
See-through, fall through, nothin' to lose
You say you feel fine now
Until the end of time
One night when we're screamin'
Loathe to find a way
These days when we're scheming
And trying to catch it
Trying to catch it
Trying to catch it

And bring me the head of the fortune teller
It wasn't meant to be this way
It weren't meant to work out this way
So bring me the head of the fortune teller
I'm gonna wear it 'round my neck as a charm
When I feel luck I'm gonna chance my arm
Chance my arm

Black power, gay power, black and blue
Blackmail and tall tales, try something new
You say you'll feel fine now
It pulls me through to you
One night when we're screamin'
Vodka, sonic proof
Walking downstairs sideways
And trying to catch it
Trying to catch it
Trying to catch it

And bring me the head of the fortune teller
It wasn't meant to be this way
It weren't meant to work out this way
So bring me the head of the fortune teller
I'm gonna wear it 'round my neck as a charm
When I feel lucky I'm gonna chance my arm

You rise and fall before me I close my eyes
When all these schemes devour me I'll apologize
You send the truth straight by me I fall right in
These sins you've laid before me are seeping in
I saw the other Jesus walk down my street

Sit tight they try to teach us
The twain shall never meet
But I saw the other Jesus
Walk down my street
In dreams I've tried to twist it
But I never bleed
And something way more sinister
Is plain to see
I saw the other Jesus walk down my street

You rise and fall before me I close my eyes
When all these schemes devour me I'll apologize
You send the truth straight by me I fall right in
These sins you've laid before me are seeping in
I saw the other Jesus walk down my street

See me fly over your rooftops
Throwing change to your outstretched palms
On my way back from Israel, Nobel Peace Prize underarm
I've heard they want me in India
I've got cures for any plague anytime
And if you catch up with the ice cream man
Make mine a ninety-nine

'Cause I am Superman La la la la la la la la la la
'Cause I am Superman La la la la la la la la la la

You'll see me down at the bookies
I got a crystal ball inside of my head
You'll find more wealth than you could ever dream
If you just follow what I said
I'm very good for the business
I got the connection, the right man the right time
And if you wanna be number one
Then make mine the long line

'Cause I am Superman La la la la la la la la la la

All the girls cry, who's their honey in hotpants?
To the boys I'm just good with the ball
For the grandparents and little children
I sacrifice myself for them all
You'll see me walk on the tightrope and never fall

And that's 'Cause I am Superman La la la la la la la la
I am Superman

Bubbling up and not buckling under
I walked for miles tonight
In the rain, all the way home from Camden Town
But when I got home to Tottenham
I could spin carousels in the park, in the dark
And I can hear you say
What's the point in romanticizing everything?
So what's the point in romanticizing everything?

Bubbling up and not buckling under
I walked for miles and it still feels real 1972
Rocketman on the moon
And all I can hear you say
Is what's the point in romanticizing everything?
But when I get home here
I can feel London, North Europe here
You say What's the point in romanticizing everything?

So I'm gonna do whatever I do
Don't show me the way home yet
I don't wanna go I'm happy here
Don't show me the way home yet

I'm bubbling up and not buckling under
Bubbling up and not buckling under
Bubbling up and not buckling under
Bubbling up and not buckling under

Not going down in a ball of fire
Just 'cause the wings won't reach any higher
And I'm 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 you've 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 starfucker's your boyfriend who says
I've always loved the smell of your blood
Don't ask me why, I don't try
We're so earthbound in every town
And everybody's 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 I'm alive! I can't 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 I'm dead
And that's how I want to die
Don't ask me why, I don't try
But if my lights are gonna blow
Then that's the end of the show
The fuzzy end of the lollipop's yours to suck
I don't wanna here anymore
And just don't 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?
It's like Carry On Through The Clouds
It's 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

How does it feel to look like candy?
Always tripping up on the wires
I'm gonna give you the downside now

Candy's insomnia astounds me
Brain ticking until the light
At least she gave me some words to write

She's in full flight
She's in full flight

Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
I've got lots of friends in Santa Fe

How does it feel to dress like candy?
Always dressing up to the nines
Got more lives than a cat's nine lives
Cat's nine lives, cat's nine lives
Cat's nine lives, cat's nine lives

Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
I've got lots of friends in Santa Fe

Candy
Always dressing up to the nines
She's got more lives than a cat's nine lives

She's in full flight
Cat's nine lives
In full flight
Cat's nine lives
In full flight
Cat's nine lives

As I collapsed to watch the movie
A hand reached out and pulled me through the screen
Angels descending from the rooftops
They wanna take me to all these places I've never seen


But I'm gonna live forever
I'm gonna cause a diversion
And head 'em off at the pass
And this is my last day on earth
This is my last day

Listening to when Ann cries and swears
And kisses all her lover's ex-lover's lips
She's only known the flights of ecstasy (and agony)
And she's never felt lost throughout all of this

But she's really had it this time
She's had it so much it's starting to make her sick
She says lets exit quick
And this is her last day on earth
This is her last day
This is our last day
The is my last day on earth

Now I'm burning for somewhere
I'm gonna tape on these paper wings and fly high
And maybe close and maybe burn but high

This is my last day on earth
Last day on earth

In a moment of weakness I embodied the sickness
And when everyone winds me up I just can't wind down
And the April rain soaks my jokes to a pulp
The sun makes my eyes burn
And it must be my turn
To fly with the birds this time

Saturday's nation is rife with anticipation
Of the ticket that buys you out of the real world
But I don't mind the rain
'Cause I was born on an aeroplane
Balloon ride over landslides
It's April, I'm 18
And flying with the birds in a dream

Make an electric connection as lightning strikes
Angels' wings not once but twice
Point blank refusal, the earth moves I turn her head
Plant life gone wild over British monuments
Something is burning
Somebody's learning
To fly with the birds tonight

Solomon flies tonight
Cape to coast, wings in full flight
He's flying home with the birds tonight
In a moment of weakness I embodied the sickness
And I just can't wind down