Stranded in Stansted

If we're not there by eight then we're stuck Fuck Nobody waits if you're late That's a surety At security Maturity runs amuck We're all in the same situation Not there by eight, now we're stuck Fuck Nobody waits if you're late That's a surety At security Maturity runs amuck We're all in the same situation We're all in the same situation There's the dad that brags That he's calm and collected Losing his rag When his bag is inspected 'Oh, there's nothing in there' He stands corrected When his can of Lynx is detected You can tell a lot about a man When he's stressed And pressed to the chest Kids less than impressed You try your best not to confess The truth comes through nevertheless Stranded Standing in Stansted Panic is standard Stranded Standing in Stansted Panic is standard And I can't stand when the Sweat drips down my forehead And brows As calls for the passengers Not boarded by now Ring through the terminal Distorting the sound Of a thousand flip-flops flapping 'round (Yeah) The next flight isn't until twenty-to-three God forbid we'd see any empathy We don't wanna spend the night In a duty free With a Toblerone, cheap fags, and whisky Do we? Stranded Standing in Stansted Panic is standard Stranded Standing in Stansted Panic is standard And I can't stand it I'm not scared of planes I'm scared of pilots But who cares while we're still on the ground? Ryanair are tryna make us violent Chasing me Eight-fourty, Dublin-bound Stranded Standing in Stansted Panic is standard And I can't stand it Stranded Standing in Stansted Panic is standard And I can't stand it