Run for the Plane
Sore to the bone, you never thought you would make it home
Runnin' to the gate gotta try to make the next plane
The line's a log jammer
You make the gate, and they loading the zones
You take your place, with the other poor drones
Sit in your seat, and you're feeling electric.
You didn't know, you ain't getting home
Sore to the bone, really thought you would make it home
Sitting on the plane, never guessed you'd feel the pain
Of the TSA hammer
Thugs come down, force your ejection
Lost your seat, in a random selection
Smash your face, and they put you in the slammer
You scream please, please get me home
I'm sorry but we've oversold
Maybe catch a plane in the morning
Maybe you'll be stuck here a week
We're kicking your ass, off this plane
Lick the boot, lick the boot, lick the boot, that's kicking your face
Lick the boot, lick the boot, lick the boot, that's kicking your face
Lick the boot, lick the boot, lick the boot of the T-S-A
Got me bumped, Got me regulated
Lost my points, my prestige faded
Lost my bags, losing my sanity
A funky smell from the people in front of me
Boxed up in a tin of humanity
Gotta fly, but it's stripping the life from me
Swallow pride, 'till I travel time for free
Until I travel time for free
'Til I travel time for free
Runnin' to the gate gotta try to make the next plane
The line's a log jammer
You make the gate, and they loading the zones
You take your place, with the other poor drones
Sit in your seat, and you're feeling electric.
You didn't know, you ain't getting home
Sore to the bone, really thought you would make it home
Sitting on the plane, never guessed you'd feel the pain
Of the TSA hammer
Thugs come down, force your ejection
Lost your seat, in a random selection
Smash your face, and they put you in the slammer
You scream please, please get me home
I'm sorry but we've oversold
Maybe catch a plane in the morning
Maybe you'll be stuck here a week
We're kicking your ass, off this plane
Lick the boot, lick the boot, lick the boot, that's kicking your face
Lick the boot, lick the boot, lick the boot, that's kicking your face
Lick the boot, lick the boot, lick the boot of the T-S-A
Got me bumped, Got me regulated
Lost my points, my prestige faded
Lost my bags, losing my sanity
A funky smell from the people in front of me
Boxed up in a tin of humanity
Gotta fly, but it's stripping the life from me
Swallow pride, 'till I travel time for free
Until I travel time for free
'Til I travel time for free
Credits
Writer(s): Howling Glide
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