T was a nice clean assassination The gunman slipped through immigration Like the gentle wind that swept the plain And ruffled over waves of grain Sailing safely out of sight On board the next connecting flight The gunman smiled, he felt no pain So high above the waves of grain Then someone snatched the video away From the hands of a tourist at the gate And soon a blast on board the plane Sent it crashing into the waves of grain A blown-up still told the story Large as life in all its glory The man's face in the 29th frame Appeared within the waves of grain Now the pictures have been confiscated The tourist was incarcerated The drugs they gave him numbed his brain Now all he sees are waves of grain Now rummaging through the ravaged rubble I wonder is it worth the trouble? Does the slightest trace of truth remain Running through the waves of grain? Running through the waves of grain Running through the waves of grain Running through the waves of grain Running through the waves of grain Running through the waves of grain