planes, think of all those who've died crashing planes,
all the rockin guys, took the dive to trees
oh these planes of death, are making history

planes, the bopper dies with buddy on planes
but they said don't fly,
with the snow so mean,
but all these guys fall from above
and they're history

I wanna tell you a little story
of the day he died
don maclean said he was worried
and he wrote about a pie

from crashing a plane
now I just laugh when I hear those planes
as they crash on down, to smithereens
oh-oh these planes above they don't impress old me..

please believe me when I tell you
the skynrd plane was bad
when survivors reached a farmhouse,
the farmer shot them 'cause he didn't know their

plane had crashed on the way to a gig yeah the plane
and it was at night,
when they came, see
oh oh these planes that crash,
make rockers history



Please believe me when I tell you,
Your lips are sweet.
I'd like to kiss them,
But I can't break away from all of these...
Chains, my baby's got me locked up in chains.
And they ain't the kind that you can see.
Whoa, oh, these chains of love got a hold on me, yeah.
Chains, chains of love