Last Plane Out - Toy Matinee, Patrick Leonard

Greetings from Sodom

How we wish you were here

The weather’s getting warmer

Now that the trees are all cleared

No time for a conscience

And we recognize no crime

Yeah, we got dogs and Valvoline

And it’s a pretty damn good time

Man of reason, not of rhyme

Keep the spoils and share the crime (Hey!)

Good man, Bad man, lost without (Without!)

A hope for passage on the last plane out

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa.

Aaah.

There was one repressed do-gooder

And a few who still believed

Yes I think there were five good men here yesterday

But they were asked to leave

So we’ve kept the good old vices

And labored to invent a few

With cake in vulgar surplus

We can have it and eat it, too

Man of reason, not of rhyme

Keep the spoils and share your crimes

Good man, Bad man, lost without

A hope for passage on the last plane out

Man of reason, hide your face

Walking backwards, plays his ace

Good man, Bad man, (every man) lost without

A hope for passage on the last plane out

So here’s a concept you can’t dance to

An idea you cannot hum

There may not be an empty seat

When all is said and done

I’m not the guy who sings the hymns

No bleeding hearts to mend

But I like the part where Icarus

Hijacks the little red hen

Someone said the Big Man

May be joining us soon

But I never was the type to hang

With the harbingers of doom

And this party is addictive

Self-destructive, no doubt

So I hope that someone saves a seat for me

On the last plane out

Man of reason, not of rhyme

Keep the spoils and share the crime

Good man, Bad man, (every man) lost without

A hope for passage on the last plane out

Man of reason, hide your face

Walking backwards, plays his ace

Good man, Bad man, (every man) lost without

A hope for passage on the last plane out

Man of reason, not of rhyme

Keep the spoils and share your crimes

Good man, Bad man, lost without

A hope for passage on the last plane out

Ooooh…