Land Of The Brave

Bromheads Jacket

Cos it all kicks off at about a quater past 8 in east midlands airport bar 
A conversation with the boys over a friendly pint and it's a sign of 
Things to come. 

Cos my friend was now starting to grumble 
And it's too early for this amount of alcohol 
What you on about getting breakfast for - eating's cheating you puff 
So get another round in 

What am I doing here oh what am I doing here? 

Now the conversations simply getting cruder 
People in the bar think we've offended her 
Spinning round like a broken record and talking about drinking 
Shagging, drinking and more shagging 

Last call for gate 29 all passengers please board the plane now 
Cos I stood up a little too quickly 
The room is spinning round and they've all gone without me 

Bureau de change, I need a bureau de change 

When the serial code starts to hit the horizon you know that it's 
Time for landing it's time for landing 
When the air hostess tells you to raise your seat up straight 
Time for landing it's time for landing 
When the captain of the plane switches the seatbelt light on 
You know that it's time for landing. 

During take off another round is bought the hostess is looking scared 
I'm not suprised we're being smart 
Touch down and we need a Joe baxi, 20 minutes later and we've found our hotel 
We don't give a shit cos we're out on the piss 

When the serial code starts to hit the horizon you know that it's 
Time for landing it's time for landing 
When the air hostess tells you to raise your seat up straight 
Time for landing it's time for landing 
When the captain of the plane switches the seatbelt light on 
You know that it's time for landing. 

Cos I'm spinning round I'm spinning round with ease 
The ride is going too fast I wanna get off please 
Too much beer and too much Maccy D's 
Too many lesbo shows thongs and striptease 
Too many handlebars little kids on the street 
Asking if you'd like them to do obscenities 
There's too many people off their tits in this city 
Now there's too many stags 
Now there's too many hens 

When the serial code starts to hit the horizon you know that it's 
Time for landing it's time for landing 
When the air hostess tells you to raise your seat up straight 
Time for landing it's time for landing 
When alls that is left is the smell on your breath from the previous nights 
Drunkeness and debauchery you know that it's time for landing