Strapped to this rocketbomb
Unassuming atmosphere
Benched against the biosphere
Pressed against the stratosphere
Man fires the firearm
But God carries the bullet
God carries the bullet
Engulfing me Engulfing me
Deliver me deliver me
Plunging and lunging towards uncertainty
We're going to crash this thing as subtle as a train wreck
As subtle as a train wreck
Daredevils in a circus tent
I wiggle loose the wreckage
I try to catch my breath
I thought I saw Keith Richards
Or was it the angel of death?
No flames or tragic fanfare
No confetti and no streamers
No confetti no streamers
Two death defiers
Two believers