Am Dm
1) She took off from Newark on a warm autumn day,
Am Dm
With forty-five travellers and crew.
Am Dm
They all were unarmed at the will of the law;
F E Am
Security passed them all through.
Dm F Am
An hour into flight-time, four Arabs jumped up --
Dm C    G -- E
Two Ahmeds, Ziad and Sa'eed --
Am    D
Announced a hijacking and waved knives around
Am D
(Razorblades, box-knives and steak-knives they'd found),
Am       G D    E
And a box that they swore was a bomb up and down;
F G Am
They thought that was all they would need.

Dm Am
CHORUS: Flight 93 no more will fly.
Dm Am E
Dead on the ground or dead in the sky:
Am G D E
You might not survive, but at least you can try.
F G C
Stand up and bring the ship down.

2) CeeCee the stewardess had a cell-phone,
And called up her husband to say:
"The plane has been hijacked. We'll do as we're trained;
Be quiet and humbly obey.
They'll dicker for money or some social cause.
The government surely will pay.
They'll put us out somewhere and leave with their score,
Or maybe police will come catch them and more.
That's always the way this has been done before.
With luck, I'll be home in a day."

3) Next was Mark Bingham, who had a phone too,
And used it to call up his Mom.
He said they'd been hijacked by "three foreign men"
Who had knives and said they had a bomb.
But some of the passengers plotted, he said,
To take back the plane as it flew.
"But first tell me, Mom, is it true what they say?
That three other airplanes were hijacked today,
Flown straight into buildings and blew them away?"
His mother cried, and said: "It's true."

4) Jeremy Glick called his wife on the phone,
And told of the bomb and the knives.
He said: "If these stories we're hearing are true,
We might as well fight for our lives."
His wife told him: "Yes, the World Trade Center's hit,
And maybe the Pentagon too."
He left the phone hanging, then came back and said:
"We've nothing to fight with, and may wind up dead,
But we've voted to stand up and fight them instead,
And we might keep them from getting through."

5) Thomas Burnett phoned his wife several times,
Reporting the course of the fight.
He said: "One man's been stabbed, and we can't reach the cockpit,
But somehow we'll alter the flight.
We've guessed that the target is likely the White House,
And if we fail, we'll surely die.
We've nothing to fight with except our bare hands,
But we'll keep on trying until the plane lands
One way or the other. We've taken our stand.
My darling, I love you. Goodbye."

6) Jason the pilot could hear the whole tale.
He'd signaled as well as he could.
He saw that the terrorists still held the cockpit --
And one way to stop them for good.
He watched while the passengers battled and died,
And knew that no help would be found.
The guard was distracted. Just one chance to win.
There's one case where suicide isn't a sin.
He weighed all his chances. He said: "Auger in!"
And drove the ship into the ground.

7) Flight 93 hit the ground at full speed,
And no one aboard her survives.
But the White House still stands, and a few thousand folks
Can thank those aboard for their lives.
There's no guarantee, when the Bad Guys come in,
That they won't kill you all to a man.
So when some fanatics are out to have fun,
There's nowhere to hide and there's nowhere to run.
Then pray that the law lets you carry a gun,
But fight back however you can.

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A blast from the past:

Tommy

I WENT into a public 'ouse to get a pint o'beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, ``We serve no red-coats here.''
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:: O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' ``Tommy, go away'';; But it's ``Thank you, Mister Atkins,'' when the band begins to play,; The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,; O it's ``Thank you, Mr. Atkins,'' when the band begins to play.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music 'alls,
But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!: For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' ``Tommy, wait outside'';; But it's ``Special train for Atkins'' when the trooper's on the tide,; The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,; O it's ``Special train for Atkins'' when the trooper's on the tide.
Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.: Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' ``Tommy how's yer soul?''; But it's ``Thin red line of 'eroes'' when the drums begin to roll,; The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,; O it's ``Thin red line of 'eroes'' when the drums begin to roll.
We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints:
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;: While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an ``Tommy, fall be'ind,''; But it's ``Please to walk in front, sir,'' when there's trouble in the wind,; There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,; O it's ``Please to walk in front, sir,'' when there's trouble in the wind.
You talk o' better food for us, an'schools, an' fires an' all:
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.: For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' ``Chuck him out, the brute!''; But it's ``Saviour of 'is country,'' when the guns begin to shoot;; Yes it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;; But Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool--you bet that Tommy sees!; Rudyard Kipling

Personally, I think this one's more appropriate Especially, considering Fish set this one to music and recorded it. AFAIK, she never did that with "Tommy."

Dane-Geld

It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation
To call upon a neighbour and to say:--
"We invaded you last night--we are quite prepared to fight,
Unless you pay us cash to go away."

And that is called asking for Dane-geld,
And the people who ask it explain
That you've only to pay 'em the Dane-geld
And then you'll get rid of the Dane!

It is always a temptation for a reach and lazy nation,
To puff and look important and to say:--
"Though we know we should defeat you, we have not the time to meet you.
We will therefore pay you cash to go away."

And that is called paying the Dane-geld;
But we've proved it again and again,
That if once you have paid him the Dane-geld
You never get rid of the Dane.

It is wrong to put temptation in the path of any nation,
For fear they should succumb and go astray;
So when you are requested to pay up or be molested,
You will find it better policy to say:--

"We never pay any-one Dane-geld,
No matter how trifling the cost;
For the end of that game is oppression and shame,
And the nation that pays it is lost!"

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