Skyjacker Lyrics

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