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