No Guns On A Plane

Verse 1

A terrorist’s salvation

Is waiting in the wings

At a right wing convention

On a sunny day in Cleveland

A mother drinks the Kool Aid

On the wrong side of the aisle

And someone spiked the lemonade

And everyone went wild

Verse 2

If you plagiarize the other side

Does that make you the same?

Is the common ground, an empty sound

That echoes round the planet

If you observe unkindness

And spit out such vitriol

Is this just a complete wind up?

That’s going to scare us all

Verse 3

I feel that random violence

Lurks on every dark corner

Is it a sign of impotence?

That makes a man much more

Likely to inflict the grief

That crumbles every mother

And a rainy night in Easterhouse

Will make you love yourself some more

Chorus

No guns on a plane

You can’t take the chance

That the guy sitting next to you

Has had a bad day

Or he might be insane

One bag of pretzels

One bag of nuts

The answer is always the same

No guns on a plane