I'm doing 380's
degree by degree all I can see
are B52's
rear gunners, point takers and what does that make us
barbarians?
the new cowboys and Indians?

Time frame,
it's an old game in a strange place with a new face that looks down the sights and yet the stars still shine.
What's mine is mine and I'm taking yours, that's mine too
rear view gunning and
point takers running the show but where do we go from here?

We're going to bomb today to the middle of next year,
it'll be different then,
we'll all be older and wiser men and yet,
Big Ben,
News at Ten
and the stars still shine.

Everything changes but stays the same,
time frame
time again,
armaments
arguments
distilling some truth 'til we dispel all the lies and in the eyes of the cat who
has seen all o' that
nothing amuses him more than the ground that he's walked over before
and
degree by degree all that I see
are the B52's
and yet
the stars still shine.