On Returning Lyrics - Wire

You'll be sorry when the sun has roasted you to 

Lobster red, nothing said 

When yellow has turned green to brown, divide by four 

Multiply by nine, describe your divisions, anatomical derision 

Lobster head and lobster feet 

On arriving with a third language 

Tucked into your brief case, next to your toothbrush 

Along with a copy of the Nouvelle Observateure 

While your sons and daughters who registered naught 

Under intensive electronic scanning 

You regard your body with regard to events 

With which nothing planned 

Never lacked a sense of theater 

On returning with the tab you've gained 

A head of world service, the best of your culture 

An evening of fun in the metropolis of your dream