MayDay

Anybody out there, mayday, mayday, smoke and dust is filling up the cockpit

It keeps on getting hotter and we’re running out of drinking water

Everybody’s shoutin and our power’s gettin really low

Be advised there’s heavy smoke showing and we’re surrounded by perps with guns

We’re flying on one engine and our rudder’s been sheared off

Everybody’s fightin on the decks below and we got no lookouts aloft

We’re taking on dark liquids and choking on our own exhaust

Chain of command is broken and the loud and greedy think that they’re in charge

Lost track of our position a while ago in unfamiliar, storm-filled waters

If you can hear my voice, please send some help to this location real soon

Some team members aren’t responding but we don’t have any time to search

The officer in charge has been shouting but command has not been making any sense

A bunch of us are trapped with no supplies in a shaft with this acidic liquid oozing in

It’s really dark but even if our lights weren’t out there’s still too much smoke to see

There’s a lot of guys with injuries, but all we got are some aspirins and a coupla tiny band-aids

Sent out a recon mission that accidentally stumbled back, finding nothing and nobody else

Things around here sure don’t seem right, there’s dead stuff laying all around

Plants are looking sickly and we haven’t been hearing a single bird

Found a couple kids but even when we fed them they wouldn’t hardly talk

Our Dear Leader keeps saying we’re alright and he and his buddies even look OK

It’s like a massive spill from infinite freight trains, all mixing their unknown contents

The rain has turned all black and we’re choking on the chemicals in the dust

Looks like the food here has been poisoned by some unknown contamination

Residents are advised to take shelter until we can determine the nature of the spill

Feels like we’re goin down on fire into some slimy cesspool, without any parachutes

The tower’s not responding and the runway lights aren’t working

I’m running low on air and I’m trapped alone here in this confining darkness

We copy that we are now assured that no relief crews will ever be forthcoming

Can’t carry out our wounded but Cap says it’s time to get out now

The chaplain started laughing and crying and then heaved up his guts

The tones keep going off but we are learning to ignore them

Been hearing only laughing foreign voices on our own emergency frequencies