Roger Waters - Late Home Tonight, Part I lyrics

Standing at the window A farmer's wife in Oxford shire Glances at the clock; it's nearly time for tea She doesn't see The phantom in the hedgerow dip its wings Doesn't hear the engine sing But in the co*kpit's techno glow Behind the Ray Ban© shine The kid from Cleveland In the comfort of routine Scans his dials and smiles Secure in the beauty of military life There is no right or wrong Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs And blue skies and flight flight flight The beauty of military life No questions only orders and flight, only flight What a beautiful sight in his wild blue dream The eternal child leafs through his war magazine And his kind Uncle Sam feeds ten trillion in change Into the total entertainment combat video game And up here in the stands The fans are going wild The cheerleaders flip When you wiggle your hip And we all like the bit when you take The jeans from the refrigerator and Then the bad guy gets hit And were you struck by the satisfying way The swimsuit sticks to her skin Like BB gun days When knives pierce autumn leaves But that's okay see the children bleed It'll look great on the TV And in Tripoli another ordinary wife Stares at the dripping her old man hadn't Time to fix Too busy mixing politics and rhythm In the street below