Caught a Flu

Damn waterwaste, Polaroids and Mercedes Benz

No more Royal Happy Days insipid romance

When I'm nine&four then I'll be all your

Kick-ass manifesto, never been that sure

They all love me nine feet underground

Sarabanda girls are just showing me around

Control pannel broke into a crown of flames

Passengers grew mad as their plane digressed

Down deep from blue skies there're no alibies

Only dirty wings and casual goodbyes

Dead-drunk grandpa lost control

We have never been so happy & secure