Roger Waters Lyrics

Album: Amused to Death

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 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, no 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 magazines

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

As 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