Slung from the hoary heavens
With disbelief suspended
On a shining pendulum of faith
Hanging half awake and dreaming
Of burning cities gleaming
Beneath a sky of ash and slate
And as the fuselage goes dark
You're thinking ain't it funny
Still owe some people money
It's hard to keep from laughing
No smoking sign is flashing
Your mask descends without a sound
Your starboard hope receding
Even the sky is bleeding
You sure could use a smoke right now
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