Lyrics: Hawkwind. Ejection.

Cockpit check?
Yes, okay
Largactil, five milligrams
Largactil, check
Valium, ten milligrams
Valium, ten, check

Haloperidol, five milligrams
Which one's that?
Little white ones, w, w, w for white
W for white, okay, check
Phenobarbitone, five milligrams
Check

Disipel, five milligrams
Check
Glass of water
Check
Our father, which art in heaven
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

There's only one course of action left for me to take
I've tried every switch selection that might control this state
I think for my protection, I'd better make it straight

Into ejection
Into ejection
Into ejection
Into ejection

The radar screen's projection tells me, I'm too late
To make a course correction, I'm about to meet my fate
No time for reflection, I'd better make it straight

Into ejection
Into ejection
Into ejection
Into ejection