Fine Ride - Tilt

I’ve got my black garbage bag

Picking up parts from the wreckage of the blast

I’m trying to piece together this

Giant puzzle hidden within the crash

All the salvage in an

Airplane hanger now

Closer to the mystery than

Looking inside each crumpled body bag

It all happened in a flash

It was a mighty fine ride

Loved ones are questioning

They hug each other in a conference room and cry

Dreading the inevitable

Bracing themselves for the worst

Investigators bent over the box

It seems the truth is an elusive terrorist

And the stench is knocking me out of here

In this centralized morgue

It was a mighty fine ride

Creeping around and it’s a violent «Bye»

And I try to explain, I try to apologize

I don’t think they see me standing here

And I, I wonder why

I’ve got my black garbage bag

Picking up parts from the wreckage of the blast

I’m trying to piece together this

Giant puzzle hidden within the crash

All the salvage in an

Airplane hanger now

Closer to the mystery than

Looking inside each crumpled body bag

It all happened in a flash

It was a mighty fine ride