Aero Space-Age Inferno

A flight of steel eagles tearing by

The ripped silk screaming of the rended sky

Flame on through sound and make time fly

What a good way to go

What a good way to go

In an aero space age inferno

Fight on the ground like a circus hound

Through the burning hoop with just one bound

So that not even your ashes will be found

What a good way to go

What a good way to go

In an aero space age inferno

Set the controls for the heart of the Earth

The silver machine is worth more than you're worth

But the Phoenix soul is bound for rebirth

What a good way to go

What a good way to go

In an aero space age inferno

As the plane drifts out toward space

We look back upon the blue-green speck of dust that is our home

Outwards and onwards, seeking new worlds

With the remnants of humanity

Settled in the colonies

Way out on the outer rim

Suddenly without warning

An alarm bell screams in my ears

But a major navigational failure

Means I have to go back to Earth

Flying blind on a wing and a prayer

I hit the atmosphere at the wrong angle

And I skim across it like a stone on the lake

Hotter and hotter, the heat becomes unbearable

And the searing pain of burn-up melts my eye

And my gleaming ship disintegrates in a streaking ball of fire

A flight of steel eagles tearing by

The ripped silk screaming of the rended sky

Flame on through sound and make time fly

What a good way to go

What a good way to go

In an aero space age inferno