How many planes are on cocaine?

The pilot shoots powder into his brain

   This private charter is fucking insane

   My pilot parties like Jeff Tremaine

Our landing abrupt, we stopped in a lake

The pilot was dead, I was in shakes

 

The cops combed the scene

Didn’t find anything

   The coke on the pilot 

   was washed by the stream

He laid there cracked open

A terrible dream

   I wanted to wake

   But could only scream.

“How many planes are on cocaine?”