Car To The Airport

CAR TO THE AIRPORT

The hostage negotiator's screaming through a bullhorn
Trying to get me to come stand
By the window
He tells me 'bout his life, he tells me 'bout his wife
Left him only this morning, took the kids and hit the road
I tell the negotiator 'Do you think that I was born yesterday?
I know your game, yeah I got you sussed
Is this the best that they can do
Sending me a cunt like you
Feeding me this dogshit trying to gain my trust?'

The hostage negotiator's screaming through a bullhorn
Trying to get me to come stand
By the window
I tell him about my life, I tell him about my wife
Oh I tell him any bullshit that he wants to know

I might be self obsessed and depressed
Sexually oppressed, many issues left to be addressed
So I don't know
But I'm the one holding the cards
Don't forget who's in charge
Stop trying to get me stand by the window

I see snipers on the rooftop
But they don't see me
I see snipers on the rooftop
I live between the laser beams

Whooping and wailing x8

I want a car to the airport
Straight up to the plane
At the top of the airstairs
I'll let the lady go
I want a car to the airport
Or many more shall be slain
And you will be the blame
Wifeless lifeless and alone
Wifeless lifeless and alone
How does that sound
Mr. Hostage Negotiator?
What you wanna do now?
What you wanna do?
All I know is that I see...

Snipers on the rooftop
But they don't see me
I see snipers on the rooftop
But they don't see me
I see snipers on the rooftop

(Yeeeeah, yeeeah, yeeah, yeaah...)