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