Angelspit, George Bikos - Hot Mess lyrics

[Angelspit, George Bikos - Hot Mess lyrics]

Oxygene fall from the ceiling
Just keep those cocktails coming
Turn off all mobile devices
Electric chair still humming

Mile high, fuselage in the shape of a pill
Mile high, starting our decent into hell

Secure your tray but not the future
Destroy the smoke detector
Place hope in the trash provided
Kiss your ass in crash position
Mile high, scapegoat kiss the ground
Mile high, this silver bird is (going down)
Too busy makin’ a living
To broke to have a life
Vacate escape the daily grind
Kick off your heels and slide

Mile high, this is the final warning
Mile high, the sky is burning

Pushing her tray down the isle
Selling shots of cyanide
If you’re looking for the exist
Just walk towards the light

Mile high, feels like we are sinking
Mile high, this silver bird is (going down)

Lethal inject yourself before
Assisting others to the floor
Look demise dead in the eye
Best of luck when you die

Mile high, this is what we work towards
Mile high, no future no rewards
Mile high, scape goat in the shape of you
Mile high, this silver bird is (going down)
Going down, my banquet of flesh
Beautiful, hot contagious mess
Burn for me, hit reset
Horrible crash, My Hot mess

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