"Franz Nicolay - The Pilot Inside Lyrics Artist: Franz Nicolay Album: To Us, The Beautiful! Heyo! SONGLYRICS just got interactive. Highlight. Review: RIFF-it. RIFF-it good. Send ""The Pilot Inside"" Ringtone to your Mobile A fortune is like an oil spill The fumes grow as the flood expands. Trap a fire in a fireplace, snuff a candle with your hands. He’s one of “those without corn” He’s a Libra, he’s a first-born He’s a mesmerizing cobra He’s one of those who never wishes that he’d never been born If you flower in the desert, roast the seeds of Jerusalem thorn Split the husk Play a tattoo on the post-horn Most people have a price And a figure in mind But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside I’ll take a pirouette, but I’ve a figure eight in mind The stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside. Paint the devil on your door Burn the plans Cast your hopes to your god He laughs, but he understands It takes a strong man to survive On raw jams and a freedom vibe But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside. They forgot, every tale needs a trickster Every story a star All fiction’s for swindlers The cons and the cards A charmer who knows just what rumors are for ‘Cause he’s the remedy, and the source The candelabra, the jive The memory, the pride It takes a strong man to survive On raw jams and a freedom vibe But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside Most people have a price I’ve got mine But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside I’d sell out for a pirouette, God knows I’ve tried But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside It takes a hustler to survive On raw jams and a freedom vibe But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside."