Life During Cruise Time

Got a bag that's loaded with weapons
packed up and ready to go.
Head to the airport, in line for check in
just moving on with the flow.

Moving up, detector's beeping
Don't think we're getting through here.
We fade back, catch a taxi
we'll find another way there.

This ain't no party, this ain't no rave club
This ain't no fooling around.
No time for screening, don't like detectors,
We'll find another way down.

Down at the ship port, containers loading
this looks like just what we need.
We slip aboard, hide 'tween the boxes.
Hope that we can proceed.

Check our weapons, he fires a test shot,
I watch it hit with dismay.
Tank explodes, we're flying upwards,
we land and splash in the bay.

This ain't no party, this ain't no rave club
This ain't no fooling around.
No time for talking, better get swimming
until we both run aground.

Try again on another steamship
we'll make it over this time.
We're heading westward, over horizon
the ship bell's starting to chime.

Nervous tension, he fires a shot off
it hits the fuel tank astern.
Once again, we both are airborne
you'd think that bozo would learn.

Why go to Tokyo? Largo sees zombies?
Do we believe that lame brain?
B33r-crazed madman, slippery impressions,
think we can trust that he's sane?

Trouble in transit, once more on shipboard
I say the weather looks nice.
Dom looks around, he starts complaining
this ship seems stuck in the ice.
Yes ships are slow, but even slower
when you need multiple yachts.
These cargo haulers are built like kleenex
can't take the HEAT of my shots.

(apologies to David Byrne)
lyrics to original: Life During Wartime

[ November 05, 2001: Message edited by: Phaedrus ]

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