Teksty: Bromheads Jacket. Land Of The Brave.

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Cuz it all kicks off at about a quater past 8 in east midlands airport bar,
A conversation with the boys over a friendly pint n its a sign of,
things to come.

Cuz my friend was now starting to grumble, and it's too early for this amount of alcohol,
What you on about getting breakfast for - eating's cheating you puff,
so get another round in.

What am i doing here oh what am i doing here?

Now the conversations simply getting cruder, people in the bar think we've offended her,
Spinning round like a broken record n talking about drinking, shaggin, drinking and more shaggin.

Last call for gate 29 all passengers please board the plane now,
Cuz i stood up a little too quickly, the room is spinning round and they've all gone without me.

Bureau de change, I need a bureau de change.

When the serial code starts to hit the horizon you know that it's
time for landing it's time for landing
When the air hostess tells you to raise your seat up straight
time for landing it's time for landing
When the captain of the plane switches the seatbelt light on you know that it's time for landing.

During take off another round is bought the hostess is looking scared im not suprised we're being smart
Touch down and we need a Joe baxi, 20 minutes later and we've found our hotel
We don't give a shit cuz we're out on the piss

When the serial code starts to hit the horizon you know that it's
time for landing it's time for landing
When the air hostess tells you to raise your seat up straight
time for landing it's time for landing
When the captain of the plane switches the seatbelt light on you know that it's time for landing.

Cuz I'm spinning round Im spinning round with ease,
the ride is going too fast i wanna get off please,
too much beer and too much Maccy D's,
too many lesbo shows thongs n striptease,
too many handlebars little kids on the street,
asking if you'd like them to do obscenities,
theres too many people off their tits in this city,
now there's too many stags,
now there's too many hens

When the serial code starts to hit the horizon you know that it's
time for landing it's time for landing
When the air hostess tells you to raise your seat up straight
time for landing it's time for landing
When alls that is left is the smell on your breath from the previous nights drunkeness and debauchery you know that it's time for landing