Текст песни Roger Waters - Late Home Tonight, Part I

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 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 nor 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 her old man hadn't time to fix
Too busy mixing politics and rhythm in the street below

[Various bits in Arabic:]
Wife: And then what! Why don't you ever help me?
You all the time leave me alone at home and go join your

fat friends in your endless useless discussions...
I work for you and your family from dawn to dusk, and you don't give a damn!
I badly need to rest, I just wish the devil's angel will soon come and take me with him...

Crowd: God is great; God is great; God is great...
Death, death, death to the imperialists...

TV Commentator: ...his days are rarely spent at home....as for her,
she stays alone, she stays alone at home...
While all the men are out gathered at the square,
she's left to loneliness and oblivion.