Altitude Sickness - Jam Baxter, Ronnie Bosh

Verse 1:

My my that’s a shit spaceship, can we switch places?

Looks like a kid made it

From a wet box

Take off in T minus twenty slim years in ethereal deadlock

Flight manual mangled

Which way’s up again?

Text the directions to oh seven double ten triple six two five

See you in a few light years on a new vibe

Now who’s driving?

Blue lightning bolts can prove frightening for pig headed pilots

More fool the righteous

More fuel to guide us

Cooking on a match head

Knee deep in diesel

Re-heat the rats nest

We’re hungry out here bruv

Moon suited zooted up dagger tongued sprats in secluded spaces

Take off in three, two, wonderful

Right, great, good, I’m guessing everybody’s comfortable

Shit’s semi functional

My my that’s a shit blueprint

Looks like a kid drew this

But the foolish plans of mice, men and flops sometimes work when the pressure

drops

So I said «grab a mask breathe deep and lie back»

De-shank your eyes in a bright black sky map

Sullen stung brain from a lost age finds metal

My flying sky vessel

Verse 2:

I tried to escape from the midday spackage

Wrapped it all up in a grim grey package

Here sits ape static, the mid space classic

Ladies and gentlemen, as if they manage

Strange planet?

Looks like it’s made out of paper

Take down the vapour and wait out 'til later

The great vegetator, saviour of lost men

What friend?

I’m a hold mine 'til I drop dead

What’s next… A pint of interstellar artois

Wishing on a star while I’m giving them the last chance

That’s a half arsed attempt at a rocket

Sod it, is anybody left there to dock it?

Less of the chronic, more pence in the pocket

Reset the robotics, connect to the sockets

Forget what you wanted, protect the dishonest

Forget all the knowledge of the debts that you promise

I’m rocking mechanised keks like Wallace

So take my inside leg sket, I’m on this

Rocking the asteroid belt of a champion

So I hope understand me son, or man be gone

You’re listening to Jams and Ron

From the odd little rock that we’re standing on

Scanners on, take off’s in three, two, wonderful

Fine, great, good, I’m hoping everybody’s punctual