Breathing mask, gloves and leather

Stations of the Cross

I've got no wings full of feathers

Just my engines and a little sauce

I never go up just for the money

I never go half way

You know, I always wanna do you, honey

But I don't want to fade away

It ain't no use, these test pilot blues

A sunny day, boy, it sure do hurt

Big bang sky, big bang dirt

I've seen blue you've never seen

And I've seen you from on high

I've been places you've never been

I waived but you did not reply

It ain't no use, these test pilot blues

A cloudy day, boy, it sure do hurt

Big bang sky, big bang dirt