Skyjacker

Fake name in a three piece suit Lied and ticked no explosives They didn't ask about no parachute Request granted for an aisle seat Legroom to spare Could I grab a bourbon soda, please Fine white dress miss, avoid red wine I expect some turbulence in just over an hour's time A quick stop in Tacoma It's impossible to track a loner Transcending mythology Descending, watching eyes ain't seeing me Briefcase secured, loot counted and stacked Tray table secured, cabin crew prepare for crash The bomb is armed, manoeuvres smooth So if I hit this red handle, will that blow the hatch November twenty-four, 'seventy-one Northwest Orient F three hundred and five A quick stop in Tacoma It's impossible to track a loner Transcending mythology Descending, watching eyes ain't seeing me Freefall from mile high, air thin, skinny sky Two minutes, no oxygen to my gills Altitude right, strap pulled, chute fills Smooth sailing as I prepare to hit the ground Timed just right, less than a click from the car waiting in town News travels slow here in the islands down south Police sketch? You wouldn't recognise me now The federales said they found my body in a marsh Then how am I sipping cocktails beachside through a thick moustache