The helicopter flight
We take off right before night
Chopping through the air
We can see most everywhere

Fly low
Like a secret agent
Within our eyes that mysterious glint
As we jump out fire jumping up from behind
You wish you were one of our kind

Hands up
We got the bad one

And lock him up as the blazing sun
Highlights on shadowed faces
We close up our gun cases

Disappear
Then we climb ladders from the sky
We just barely made it by
The media with their flashing lights
While our helicopter takes flight

Please call me by my code name
Secert Agent Man