We boarded a plane and in the cabin
forced the pilot into submission
I flew the express into a pocket

and the air cut off the ignition

The boys and me were done for a time

And she stood up and shouted a plea
Saying "To all a good congregation,
Of the harbinger who bringeth thee!"


It seemed appropriate at the time
And she would welcome my advances

But I started to feel different
About the matter turning rancid


I looked up at her face
And she looked down below
Watching the rushing hurricane

Come flowing from the canyon's hull

I put my hand up in the air

Reached higher than a mountain
And violated an angel mad
and gray turned the cloud then


It seemed appropriate at the time
And she would welcome our advances

But we started to feel different
About the matter turning rancid


I was desperate for a high
No getting my organs back
I didn't think ahead of time

Not even when the plane crashed

The guru at the snow peak

Flagged us down in a hurry
He said "I'm looking to please my lady"
Give me advice or else scurry!"


It seemed odd at the time
we were made into fools

the kind who like to intrude
like the doomsday ghouls