(chris corda)

I put my hand in my pocket What do I feel One hundred and ten stories Of concrete and steel I like to watch

That plane-shaped hole Really gets me hot But the big ball of fire Is the money shot I like to watch

I like to watch The plane going in I like to watch The flame shooting out People dive into the street While I play with my meat My steel melted and my tower's coming down

The New York skyline Will never be the same But the guys who flew those planes Had fucking amazing aim I like to watch

There must have been a reason But I don't understand Why they hit the Pentagon Instead of Disneyland I like to watch

I like to watch The plane going in I like to watch The flame shooting out It's raining broken glass While I sit on my ass My steel melted and my tower's coming down

I'd almost had enough Of watching planes explode Until they showed it in reverse And I had to shoot my load I like to watch

Now my hand's all sticky And I can't find a rag I guess I'll have to use The american flag I like to watch