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    "Last Plane Out" Lyrics

    Toy Matinee

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    Greetings from Sodom
    How we wish you were here
    The weather's getting warmer
    Now that the trees are all cleared

    There's no time for a conscience
    And we recognize no crime
    Yeah we got dogs and Valvoline
    It's a pretty damn good time

    Men of reason, not of rhyme
    Keep the spoils and share your crime
    Goodman, Badman, lost without
    A hope for passage on the last plane out

    There was one repressed do-gooder
    And a few who still believed
    Yes I think there were five good men here yesterday
    But they were asked to leave

    So we've kept the good old vices
    And laboured to invent a few
    With cake in vulgar surplus
    We can have it and eat it, too

    Men of reason, not of rhyme
    Keep the spoils and share your crime
    Goodman, Badman, lost without
    A hope for passage on the last plane out

    Men of reason, hide your face
    Walking backwards, plays his ace
    Goodman, Badman, lost without
    A hope for passage on the last plane out

    Here's a concept you can't dance to
    An idea you cannot hum
    There may not be an empty seat
    When all is said and done

    I'm not the guy who sings the hymns
    No bleeding heart to mend
    But I like the part where Icarus
    Hijacks the little red hen

    Someone said the Big Man
    May be joining us soon
    But I never was the type to hang
    With the harbingers of doom

    And this party is addictive
    Self-destructive, no doubt
    So I hope that someone saves a seat for me
    On the last plane out

    Men of reason (Men of reason), not of rhyme
    Keep the spoils and share your crime
    Goodman, Badman (Everyman), lost without
    A hope for passage on the last plane out

    Men of reason (Men of reason), hide your face (Hide your face)
    Walking backwards, lose his ace (Losing their ace)
    Goodman, Badman (Everyman), lost without (Lost without)
    A hope for passage on the last plane out...
    This song was submitted on January 16th, 2011 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Kevin Gilbride, Patrick Leonard, Guy Pratt.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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