If This Plane Goes Down Tim Minchin

Could I be more of a cliché?
Thirty thousand feet above Nebraska
Scratching lyrics on a napkin
Praying that this turbulence will spare my wine

The plane is almost empty
But for three hundred and twenty other humans
All staking their existence on a couple of dozen rivets
Straining between fuselage and wing
A fact we’re only coping with by drinking

If this plane goes down
I hope that I’m one of the cool ones
Will I have the nerve to play the clown
If this plane goes down?

If this plane goes down
Remember me as someone who tried
To find a balance between self-loathing and pride
Dug too hard for love at times

So if it ends in flames and fuel
Please tell my kids I kept my cool
If my time is up and this plane goes down

If this plane goes down
As we hit the ground, I wanna be smiling
Happily Hades-bound
If this plane goes down