Don't put me on trial
then swing your gavel
Teach me to fly
I love to travel.
I could be on 24 hour call
as your trusty wing man
on call
with a flexible or solid plan.
Your Johnny on the spot.
Two extra hands.
revving up engine jets
on this runway line.
for far too long.
Cool then hot
up in the stratosphere,
playing our song.
pull up on the stick.
up up and outta here..
10,000 feet high
sucking down a beer,
Up there in the quick
and climbing
all my mission bells are chiming.
when maximum elevation kicks in
We'll fast leave
this world so cruel behind
trapped in their glue
that's stickin'.
Hand me the wheel.
don't give me the brush.
counting down to
take off on your airbus..
don't forget my parachute.
you've often left your
good buddy behind
Start your engines
and take me aloft
motors are revvin.
up on high
in the true blue sky.
All's forgiven,
if you teach me
how to fly
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