Vroom, vroom, here I am, pink crate
Whose altimeter is falling apart
I can barely distinguish
The markers of the soft ground
Where I land like a daredevil
I languish in the oral night
I'm going to make a quick transit
Am I with the cannibals?
A breath of peppermint
Invades my cockpit, ding-ding
I feel the fuselage vibrate
My joystick stands erect
In the control tower at the end of the runway
A cunnilingual voice makes me go Glug, glug
I read you five by five
But what is this godforsaken hole?
But no, come on, am I crazy?