Airstrip One (Live in Wapping London UK, alternative take)

Another new year and too much beer
As I puke into the sea
While the lights of Shoreham Harbour
Still look the same to me
And then some bloke on the radio
Saying things that I’ve heard before
And he’s going on about Orwell
And it’s getting rather a bore
While out there in the darkness
There’s a Yankee with a gun
But I'm too wrecked to care right now ‘cos the new year’s just begun, we’re having fun

Down on Airstrip One

The Harlow lights shine brightly
As the wheels eat up the road
But the motorways are all runways now
And they’re carrying a deadly load
‘cos the monsters are all mobile and there’s anarchy in the air
And the driver’s name is Sutcliffe and he’s too far gone to care
While if you think you’re Kentish prayers
Are mightier than the gun
I’ll tell you that you’re dreaming
‘cos the countdown’s just begun
Then we'll have fun, down on Airstrip One

Down on Airstrip One

Well, some folks are anxious and some folks are cool
Read all the newspapers, don’t be a fool
Video nasties and sugary tea
That’s the way to get away scot-free

On Airstrip One

There’s some choose civilisation and a promise unfulfilled
And there’s some choose extermination - when it’s someone else who gets killed
A gesture of insanity
And a world left to the crabs
Five thousand years of history
And now they’re up for grabs
So send that fucking cowboy
Riding off into the sun
And send with him the culture
Of the dollar and the gun
Then we’ll have fun

Down on Airstrip One

Attila The Stockbroker
Cherry Red Songs/Kassner Associated Publishers Limited