Late Home Tonight, Part I Lyrics

  Standing at the window
  A farmer's wife in Oxfordshire
  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 cockpit's techno glow
  Behind the Ray Ban(R) 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 goin' 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