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