James Field - Midnight: Undercover (1944, Western Europe) [Edited]

Cursin' up a storm
Cause I left my Walther in the drawer
Like a spy, I'll try to take your vehicle by force
Opening the doors
Put the pedal to the floor
Throw it in reverse, rippin' the transmission in the Porsche

("Aghh, you've got to be kidding me...come on....come on you stupid - ! ")

Uhh, I'm stopped dead, on a cobblestone street
I was air dropped from 20,000 feet, into Germany
Some cryptic clues should lead me to meet my contact
But I've got a few other things to do besides that
I'm on a mission, don't ask me, it's confidential
Undercover business, I'm classified material
Agh, I got my my suit caught on the steering wheel

Secret agent, with...most of the skills
Yet I could charm the pants off you without a license to kill
She likes me because my name is the same as James
(beep)
But I'm not gonna sacrifice myself for you and defuse a bomb
I'd get my suit dirty, and lose my black tie,
Why am I in this line of work? Ask me another time

Behind enemy lines, hiding in plain sight
Foreign territory, exploring undercover at midnight
Mission identity, incognito
Anonymously causing disaster to stop evil

(Discussion with Mission Command)

(Agent is clearly not qualified)

(Beautiful German women, way out of Agent's league, walk by)

(Agent is distracted)

("What's up girl !!!")

(Agent is reprimanded)

(Proceed to Act 2)

I found a note, neatly pinned, to an old post
It read - "meet me in the sunken boat" (what?)
In a bar scene, it was underground
In an old little run down, German town, now
I'm faced with a decision, am I an infiltrator?
Should I focus on the mission? I'll decide later
(But, excuse me barkeeper)
(Warum schütten sie drei whiskies im mein glas, huh?)
Meanwhile, the girl asked if I'd seen a 40's style stormtrooper, and I said
"I did not Na-zi"
And excuse me, why am I in the hot seat?
You some kind of paparazzi, or police?
Yeah, you can keep me under lock n key, girl

But the vibe seemed off, as I was eyeing her
She reached down around her seat grabbing something behind her purse
Before I could think of the worst, she asked
"What does a silver-tongued devil like you do for work?"
(I'm an engineer)
However, in the midst of this conservation
I happen to look down, and see between her knees a PPK
I reach for my waist, but this 33 year scotch has got me in a daze, and I noticed that
She took it upon herself to run up my tab, and that changed my behavior
I might terminate her

She breaks a drink on me, and kicks her chair right in my knees,
Because she knows she overestimated leaving the scene unseen
But yours truly ain't without a few tricks up his sleeve
I lift my Walther outta the holster, as she sticks a fork in my shoulder
I sound off 2 rounds, sending her to the floor and
While the other patrons
Have come to the conclusion that this American ain't on vacation
So I point to a lady in the back corner, and ask
("Fräulein, wie viele brillen, hat sie bestellt?")

Ah, so that's what tipped her off, that'd be my best guess
The undercover agent workin' for the S.S.
Who must've been instructed to follow me to my target
Lost in my thoughts I toss some change to the barkeep
And leave that once proud establishment in a flash
I wink at a couple foxes as they pass
Purely provocative
Runnin' on a government budget, not worrying what the cost of it is
(Ahh) lookin' at my watch, I've 37 seconds to finish Operation Midnight
This evening I'm feelin' lucky, pullin' out the dice (right)

Behind enemy lines, hiding in plain sight
Foreign territory, exploring undercover at midnight
Mission identity, incognito
Anonymously causing disaster to stop evil
Tonight
I'm somewhere I'm not supposed to be
Gotta blend in, hear 'em close to me
(back here!)
(speaking German)
I'm a different kind of agent
But a bullet sounds the same in any language

Written by:
James Davidson

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