Bombs Away
Oh, the pressure builds when we're not flying
A target for all that ails
I've got a way to keep them swimming
A spark that never fails
Bombs away, they never understood
Oh, acres blushing green just waiting
You're gonna take your pill
Gallons and gallons with embers fading
You're gonna get your fill
Bombs away, they never understood
Throw your hands in the wind as the fire begins
When it feels like rain
Are you still the same?
Grass on the hills and a garden of pills
Take the last flight out
Live to burn another day
Nobody knows the fires that I've set
They pay me to put them out
All I needed was a pilot's licence
I still hear them shout
Bombs away, they never understood
All we really need is to get some land
And find something to build
The rest of it can just burn away
With the cultures that we've killed
Bombs away, they never understood
Throw your hands in the wind as the fire begins
When it feels like rain
Are you still the same?
Grass on the hills and a garden of pills
Take the last flight out
Live to burn another day
Throw your hands in the wind as the fire begins
When it feels like rain
Are you still the same?
Grass on the hills as the bomber refills
Take the last flight out
Live to burn another day
A target for all that ails
I've got a way to keep them swimming
A spark that never fails
Bombs away, they never understood
Oh, acres blushing green just waiting
You're gonna take your pill
Gallons and gallons with embers fading
You're gonna get your fill
Bombs away, they never understood
Throw your hands in the wind as the fire begins
When it feels like rain
Are you still the same?
Grass on the hills and a garden of pills
Take the last flight out
Live to burn another day
Nobody knows the fires that I've set
They pay me to put them out
All I needed was a pilot's licence
I still hear them shout
Bombs away, they never understood
All we really need is to get some land
And find something to build
The rest of it can just burn away
With the cultures that we've killed
Bombs away, they never understood
Throw your hands in the wind as the fire begins
When it feels like rain
Are you still the same?
Grass on the hills and a garden of pills
Take the last flight out
Live to burn another day
Throw your hands in the wind as the fire begins
When it feels like rain
Are you still the same?
Grass on the hills as the bomber refills
Take the last flight out
Live to burn another day
Credits
Writer(s): Ian Thornley
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