Ground Control: Cockpit check?
Pilot: Yes, OK.
Ground Control: Largactil five milligrammes.
Pilot: Largactil, check.
Ground Control: Valium ten milligrammes.
Pilot: Valium ten, check.
Ground Control: Haloperidol five milligrammes.
Pilot: Which one's that?
Ground Control: Little white ones. W-W-W for white.
Pilot: W for white. OK, check.
Ground Control: Phenobarbitone. Five milligrammes.
Pilot: Check
Ground Control: Disipel five milligrammes.
Pilot: Check
Ground Control: Glass of water.
Pilot: Check
Ground Control and Pilot: Our father which art in heaven, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.There's only one course of action
Left for me to take
I've tried every switch selection
That might control this state
I think for my protection
I'd better make it straight
Into ejection
Into ejection
Into ejection
Into ejectionThe radar screen's projection
Tells me I'm too late
To make a course correction
I'm about to meet my fate
No time for reflection
I'd better make it straight
Into ejection
Into ejection
Into ejection
Into ejection
Songwriters
Calvert, Robert NewtonPublished by
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC