Into the Planes Lyrics

Pack your bags, with loaded and mags

We're going on a trip, we'll go to a plane and we get off on a ship

So sit back and relax, just a shuffle to the door

We'll sneak you in, stay close to the floor

I can tell your kids are nervous, have they had anything to eat

I got a couple of treats in my MRE

Get in the plane, we're going above the clouds

It's a lane I'd rather not talk about

And it's a sin to wonder where you began

It's a crazy thing, hanging on to life by a string

Weapons of war which we create is by my side at all times

I wonder what she had in her arms, it was the hands of your daughter

So we over watched with pictures we drew, cause the love we had is over

Get in the plane, we're going above the clouds

It's a lane I'd rather not talk about

And it's a sin to wonder where you began

It's a crazy thing, hanging on to life by a string