Couteau

(You wait your turn
You wait your turn)

Why when he calls me, does he have to stress me out?
And when he says my name, it sounds like he's attacking me
I try to smile and put my jacket back on
But every time I'm called, I get all worked up

You wait your turn
You wait your turn
You wait your turn
Wait your turn

Now sweating
I'm scared, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna puke
And the worst part is that I'm holding this damn knife in my hand
I activate it and here it goes acting up
There it goes again, it wants to cut excessively
And my plane takes off and the doorman is chasing me
I trip him before he catches me
He falls to the ground, ha ha, I chuckle
I ask for more, more and more

(Welcome to the cockpit
Darling darling darling you're excited
Welcome aboard the cockpit)