I, who am afraid of flying
That's just my luck
It's the only solution
To my problems
To look like a man
I pull out my parabellum

I enter the cabin
I say to the pilot
You better not chicken out
If you want us to be pals
I hope you're bilingual
I'm going to hijack your plane

Where are you going, he asks politely
I don't know, I answer surprised
I just want to be free
And know the why

To be able to say what I have to say
But without risking death or worse
Without making me
What I am not

But the country you're talking about
It doesn't exist
I'd like to please you
But it doesn't exist
Even in my memories
Really, I don't see it
I've only known worse
Please believe me
Put away your revolver
I'll explain, calm down

I'd like to avoid
Using my gun
But if you continue
I'll blow up the fuselage
Don't look at me like that
As if I were crazy

If there's nothing on earth
That's made to please me
You just have to take me elsewhere
In your universe
Towards a world built
In a different setting

I'm not talking about paradise
But a feeling much stronger
Where if you give your life
Your death is forgiven

But the country you're talking about
It doesn't exist
I'd like to please you
But it doesn't exist
Even in my memories
Really, I don't see it
I've only known worse
Please believe me
Put away your revolver
I'll explain, calm down

There are people on this plane
Who think differently
Who have the same life as you
But who are happy
Who follow like sheep
Who carry their cross
Who are real fighters
But each for himself
There are even some who are good
You must respect these people

Come on, give your revolver
We won't do anything to you
We won't tell anyone
I'll take care of it
This is really your last chance
You can't do better
Show your intelligence
I'm talking to you like a brother
You have to trust me
Come back down to earth

That's how a day later
It was a mess
Custom tailored shirt
I was with the crazies
They took my belt
My laces, all my clothes
Every hour a shot
Pills and syringes
Make life less hard
Or make me a little crazier

But the country I'm talking about
It doesn't exist
But the country I'm talking about
It doesn't exist
I feel good among the mad
I feel at home
I feel good among the mad
I feel at home
It doesn't exist
It doesn't exist

That's how fifteen days later
It was a mess
Custom tailored shirt
I was with the crazies
They took my belt
My laces, my clothes

I'm becoming more and more crazy

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