Every time I fly
All crumpled up, I wonder why
So far up in the air
The cornfields below look like hair
The kid in front of me is banging his seat into my knees
I ask him politely to stop it please
He bangs even harder and his mother starts to laugh
My anger is cranked up to 500 and-a-half
I order hot coffee and dump it on his head
If there was a way, I’d kill him dead
He starts to scream like an air raid alarm
I take out my noise canceling headphones and put them on
Listening to Pink Floyd, I’m doing no harm
A flight attendant walks down the aisle and touches my arm
I take off my headphones and hear her with a big smile say,
“Would you like another cup of coffee? It looks like the first one went astray.”