Mr. H.
Diamond Member
Craziest wacked out mutherfuckin' guitar playing on the planet earth.
Hear it all... wait for it...
Hear it all... wait for it...
Last edited by a moderator:
Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature may not be available in some browsers.
Lyrics to Last Plane Out :
Greetings from Sodom
How we wish you were here
The weather's getting warmer
Now that the trees are all cleared
There's no time for a conscience
And we recognize no crime
Yeah we got dogs and Valvoline
It's a pretty damn good time
..
Chorus
Men of reason, not of rhyme
Keep the spoils and share your crime
Goodman, Badman, lost without
A hope for passage on the last plane out
.
There was one repressed do-gooder
And a few who still believed
Yes I think there were five good men here yesterday
But they were asked to leave
So we've kept the good old vices
And laboured to invent a few
With cake in vulgar surplus
We can have it and eat it, too
.
Chorus
.
Men of reason, hide your face
Walking backwards, plays his ace
Goodman, Badman, lost without
A hope for passage on the last plane out
.
Here's a concept you can't dance to
An idea you cannot hum
There may not be an empty seat
When all is said and done
I'm not the guy who sings the hymns
No bleeding heart to mend
But I like the part where Icarus
Hijacks the little red hen
.
Someone said the Big Man
May be joining us soon
But I never was the type to hang
With the harbingers of doom
And this party is addictive
Self-destructive, no doubt
So I hope that someone saves a seat for me
On the last plane out
.
Chorus
Well, it's one of those days you could get hit by a truck
Feels like you've been wading through the muck
You need a double-six but you're all out of luck
As Dostoevsky use to say:
What the fuck!
Sure, life can suck when living is too much
But what the fuck!
You need a little luck
You wanna go forward but your wheels are stuck
Try to seize the day, you end up in a ruck
You've been done up like the idiot, you've come unstuck
As Dostoevsky use to say:
What the fuck!
Sure, life can suck when living is too much
But what the fuck!
You need a little luck
Like Einstein having a real bad brain day
Someone trod upon your x-ray
Shakespeare hasn't got a single sonnet to say
What the fuck!
Sure, life can suck when living is too much
But what the fuck!
You need a little luck
Caught up in the crossfire, you'd better duck
Out of the blue, you can't pass the buck
You wanna be a winning, but you haven't got the luck
As Dostoevsky use to say:
What the fuck!
Sure, life can suck when living is too much
But what the fuck!
You need a little luck
Jean Paul Sartre writes his worst play
Oh man, best be on your way
Fyodor Dostoevsky use to say:
What the fuck!
Sure, life can suck when living is too much
But what the fuck!
You need a little luck
You need a little luck
You need a little luck
You need a little luck
You need a little luck
You need a little luck
Sure, life can suck when living is too much
But what the fuck!