Manhattan Project

Even if this is a Manhattan Project
A reflection of mama in a web of love objects
I believe in you baby; our love is golden brown
Tho I suppose you could bruise me and I could mess around

Love is a flood where - all the baptized drown
Rivers of blood that - Oppenheimer found
When it is over - there's no going home
The fire will cook you and - decimate the bones

Now that she's gone everything's become sweet
From her stupid kimono to the flap of morning feet
You look in the sky and the air has turned to black
So you question the ground will the sun be coming back

Love is a flood where - all the baptized drown
Rivers of blood that - Oppenheimer found
When it is over - there's no going home
The fire will cook you and - decimate the bones



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lassoff
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