Not Behind the Fighter Jet Lyrics

Militant babies came to me
And tole me, "Don't be afraid to try"
Phenomenal stunt kids in the street
Popping out of the black ghost pie
(It pleases the chef)Fearless ones-cracked up Jack and Jill
They're down there in the bunker still
You look like a sniper anyway
I'm not behind the fighter jetI'd much rather back a simple girl
I've seen your plan and it's all wet
A nose load of prophecies coming to me
Caught in the trap where bravery stepsA wounded mercenary bleeds
In the hall of fantastically fine things
Where the path of glory leads
Lately I think it's grown too hard