Author's Notes: Gargoyles belongs to Disney and Buena Vista.

Last Flight Out
Evil Overlady and Vathara

I missed the Last Flight out this mornin' and I'm feelin' pretty low;
The taxicabs are honkin' and that grey sky looks like snow.
Guess I'll have to wait for sunset now to tell them 'bout my plight;
That's how it goes with Gargoyles, when you the miss that last flight.

Now Matt's a fine detective; got both feet on the ground,
Unless Illuminati come a sneaking around.
He used to be FBI 'til they kicked him from that bureau
(Give those Feds credit. With nuts they're pretty thorough.).

Now it gets a little tricky, keeping Matt in the literal dark,
My partner gets suspicious and he's no easy mark.
But what can I tell my partner? "There's some guys up in our tower,
Who wake and battle darkness at that ol' sunset hour."

Now it gets rather complicated, trying to lead a double life,
But speak up, and it won't be me who goes under the knife.
It's not that I can't trust Matt, but he just doesn't understand
How a multimillionaire went and took them from their land.

Xanatos took them from Scotland to undo a thousand year old curse
And staged a massive robbery so the gargoyles he could coerce.
That's the night a piece of castle nearly made me a real flat foot
And I poked my nose where it didn't belong and found the gargoyles roost.

I've been working now a year at the noble creatures' side.
With Matt always looking out for me, I know they can't forever hide.
Sooner or later I should show the living spouts
Or one night it will be the last flight out.

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