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Land Of The Brave (Bromheads Jacket)

Cos it all kicks off at about a quater past 8 in east midlands airport bar A conversation with the boys over a friendly pint and it's a sign of Things to come. Cos 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 and talking about drinking Shagging, drinking and more shagging Last call for gate 29 all passengers please board the plane now Cos 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 I'm 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 cos 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. Cos I'm spinning round I'm 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 and striptease Too many handlebars little kids on the street Asking if you'd like them to do obscenities There's 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