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
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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