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Saw you down there on the marble slab
The best trip that I’ve ever had
High up in a jet plane, pass it around
My drink's on empty, need another round
I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
Is this the best that you can do?
I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
High up in a jet plane with you
When we arrive in the middle of nowhere
Don’t act like you know, I been here so many times
I never seen you before
But now that I have
I don’t wanna see you no more
High up in a jet plane with you
High up in a jet plane with you
I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
Is this the best that you can do?
I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
High up in a jet plane with you
Ah-ah, auto pilot no control
Ah-ah, ahh
Ah-ah, auto pilot no control
Ah-ah, ahh
High up in a jet plane with you
High up in a jet plane with you
I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
Is this the best that you can do?
I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
High up in a jet plane with you
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 Available On: Rated R (2000)
Nick: "We're gonna do a song for the southern girls in the house."
Josh: "This is called Auto Pilot."
Nick: "Tiki Tuscadaro and all those girls, you know what I mean."
- from 2000/09/22
Musicians:
Josh Homme - Drums, Lead Guitar, Backing Vocals
Nick Oliveri - Lead Vocals, Guitar
Dave Catching - B3
Nick Lucero - Percussion
Mark Lanegan - Backing Vocals
Chris Goss - Bass, Backing Vocals
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