Raised on Planes

When you smile, it's a better place
 they're making shapes with their hands of exploding things
 they do it again and again
 When you scream, scream simple things
 or they'll never hear a single word that you say
 you do again and again
 We don't need these phones ringing our heads
 we're attached at the wrist to the end of it
 anytime that you want, we'll get out the knife and smile and cut the lines
 And we were raised on planes
 Crashing, burning, soaring bright
 Up to the sky, where they're never coming back again...
 We want to split the sky, into a piece of cocaine and never come down again
 we do it again and again
 To liars that turn the youth into pigs
 presidents licking fools gold and magazines
 Anytime that you want, we'll get out the knife and smile and cut the line
 And we were raised on planes
 Crashing burning soaring bright
 Up to the sky where they're never coming back again
 Raised on planes
 Crashing burning soaring bright
 Over wherever we are
 So raise your hands like we were singing along
 with the times...
 Raised on them burning up.