Seat Of My Pants Songtext

They usually meet

Ride up and down 'til something comes up
I tend to forget about what I fucked up
Sitting on top of the world for a day
Telephone rings and the cops on the way
Someone reminds me that I am in debt
I have not received my (? - officium - ?) yet
My heart's on the beat and my head's on an end
My stomach goes out for its calcium friend
His calcium friend
His calcium friend
His calcium friend

Milk for one
Milk for one
Milk for one
Milk for one

Chorus: Flying by the seat of my pants (and all the while)
Like some sort of ritualistic dance (and with a smile)
Convinced myself I had some sorta chance (and all the while)
Flying by the seat of my pants

??? I promise myself
I won't sit subjected in this sort of hell
Fleeting and flipping and flopping and flight
Like a bat with a wing in a bottle of light
With rhymes so tight like a ???
I should be rendered in this situation
??? so she could pick up my entrails
Entrails were squished, she could pick up a trail
Pick up a trail
Pick up a trail
Pick up a trail
Pick up a trail

Milk for one
Milk for one
Milk for one
Milk for one

Chorus:
Flying by the seat of my pants (and all the while)
Like some sort of ritualistic dance (and with a smile)
Convinced myself I had some sorta chance (and all the while)
Flying by the seat of my pants

(Scat with "Broadway")*

(Slow Metal Jam)

ONE - TWO - THREE - FOUR!!!

(Fast Metal Jam)

In the beginning it seems that I've got
So much more time, but it's usually not
The case. In the end I'm in desperate need
Of something to help me get back on feet
So I look in the book of excuses that I got
Then I remember I left it at the top
Of the back the bus, side of street
Where the freaks and the animals usually meet
They usually meet
They usually meet
They usually meet

Milk for one
Milk for one
Milk for one
Milk for one

(Chorus Repeated Three Times - Last Time Without Additions)