Pilot in Hell
TOM ELLARD
Fifteen years have passed
The desert sands adhere to your hands and block your airways
Trickle down your throat,encrusting on your heart
Every night the flight resumes, the foe replies, the fall returns
Deep in the sands you hold your bible
Deep in the heart of enemy land
Did you leave something behind?
Your televised dismay was plain
Did you leave something behind? (they're here....)
Was it Romans three or two
That spoke to you of crescent lands
Parked and blessed by tactical flashes
Weighed upon the heathen hand?
Did you leave something behind? (they're here....)
High in the sky the way is clear
The reasons fair and the air is yours
