Hot Mess Songtext
von Angelspit feat. George Bikos

Oxygen falls from the ceiling
Just keep those cocktails coming
Turn off all mobile devices
Electric chair still humming

Mile high
Fuselage in the shape of a pill
Mile high
Starting our decent into hell

Secure your tray but not the future
Destroy the smoke detector
Place hope in the trash provided
Kiss your ass in crash position

Mile high
Scapegoat kiss the ground
Mile high
This silver bird is...


Going down
My banquet of flesh
Beautiful
Hot contagious mess

Burn for me
Hit reset
Horrible crash
My hot mess

Too busy makin′ a living
Too broke to have a life
Vacate, escape the daily grind
Kick off your heels and slide

Mile high
This is the final warning
Mile high
The sky is burning

Pushing her tray down the aisle
Selling shots of cyanide
If you're looking for the exit
Just walk towards the light


Mile high
Feels like we are sinking
Mile high
This silver bird is...

Going down
My banquet of flesh
Beautiful
Hot contagious mess

Burn for me
Hit reset
Horrible crash
My hot mess

Lethal inject yourself before
Assisting others to the floor
Look demise dead in the eye
Best of luck when you die

Mile high
This is what we work towards
Mile high
No future, no rewards

Mile high
Scapegoat in the shape of you
Mile high
This silver bird is...

Going down
My banquet of flesh
Beautiful
Hot contagious mess

Burn for me
Hit reset
Horrible crash
My hot mess

Going down
My banquet of flesh
Beautiful
Hot contagious mess

Burn for me
Hit reset
Horrible crash
My hot mess