Not Behind the Fighter Jet

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