Dos Gringos
Dos Gringos
Dos Gringos
Dos Gringos
Dos Gringos
Dos Gringos
Dos Gringos
Dos Gringos
Dos Gringos
Dos Gringos
Dos Gringos
Dos Gringos
It’s every fighter pilot’s fear, being trapped in a small cockpit for often long and grueling sorties, that they have bad timing with regards to their … schedule. Most manage to never face this unlucky fate, but some do, and the deed is often immortalized with a new callsign.
Right now I feel so alone up here
Everything hurts inside
If they only the hell I'm goin' through
It feels like something has died
This indescribable tension
I'm breaking underneath the strain
In a moment I'm chilled to the bone
And I'm burning up with excruciating pain
But I know I gotta rise up
I gotta fight to the end
If I can just hold on
I know I can win
But that demon, he just keeps coming back
And he's crawlin' to the surface once again
Oh-ohhh
I gotta let it out
(Oh don't you let it out)
I gotta let it out
(Oh don't you let it out)
I gotta let it out
(Don't you fuckin' let it out)
Fuck this I can't take any more!
Ohhhh
Oh god, I just shit myself
Inside the cockpit
While pullin' 2 gs
But now I feel so much better
Now that last night's dinner
Is flowin' down to my knees
And I can't listen to this radio chatter
Now that I'm sittin' my own fecal matter
It's time to go home and face the shame
Of a hostile rename
Say goodbye to Gaggin' On
Say hello to Crapper John
All your friends will let you know
They will never let it go
Oh, you never had a chance
Your the guy who shit his pants
Doody doody doody-doo
Doody doody doody-doo
Doody doody doody-doo
Doody doody doody-doo