Late Home Tonight, Part I Lyrics - Amused To Death - Roger Waters

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 cockpit'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 tap her old man hadn't 

Time to fix 

Too busy mixing politics and rhythm 

In the street below