Boeing 737 lyrics

I was in the air when the towers came down In a bar on the 84th floor I bought philippe petit a round And asked what his high wire was for He said, "i put one foot on the wire, One foot straight into heaven" As the prophets entered boldly into the bar On the boeing 737, lord, on the boeing 737 Hey little bird, would you be the one To nest beneath my gatling gun? There's nothing left i call my own Come down and build me a home. I was in a bar when they rigged the towers Trying to leave all my sins The barmaid asked my order And where my mind had been I tried to recall the high wire Philippe and his foot in heaven As the prophets entered boldly into the bar On the boeing 737, lord, on the boeing 737 Hey little bird, would you be the one To nest beneath my gatling gun? There's nothing left i call my own Come down and build me a home.