Bomb. Repeat. Bomb.
Like a gray bird in a blue sky
Over a blue ocean civilized men fly
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
Through puffy clouds and beautiful rainbows
With the power and the speed
And the will to succeed, moneyed men fly high
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
No need to clomp around
Through the ash, the rubble, and the mud
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
No need for face-to-face, or even worse
To put a perfectly spit-shined brand new leather boots
On the dirty, busty ground
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
Oh sure, you could mobilize a million troops
Though a thousand could probably get the job done
But then people start to ask questions
So when you drop in and out
Of the white clouds in a blue sky
Don't worry about them
Having to see the whites of your eyes
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
Just let the payload fly and wing on home
My son, it's not your day to die
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
And when the crying starts
You won't have to see their bloodshot eyes turn red
And when the dying starts
You won't have to know a thing about who's dead
This is your mission, pretend it's television
Where the good guys always win
And they're gonna win again
Because you're gonna
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb!
Oh, they can keep talking, let 'em keep talking
They can talk while the bombs fall around them, for all I care
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
But when you've had enough of this diplomatic bullshit
And your patience is up well alright
It's on, and they asked for it
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
Ah, but you'll want to give yourself a second
To take in the beauty of the sight
As you come in over the mountains
Between the green earth and the sky and
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb!
Yes, bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
In and out, no mess, no fuss
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
And when the crying starts
You won't have to see their bloodshot eyes turn red
And when the dying starts
You won't have to know a thing about who's dead
This is your mission, like television
Where the good guys always win
And they're gonna win again
Because you're gonna
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
Bomb, repeat, bomb, now!
Over a blue ocean civilized men fly
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
Through puffy clouds and beautiful rainbows
With the power and the speed
And the will to succeed, moneyed men fly high
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
No need to clomp around
Through the ash, the rubble, and the mud
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
No need for face-to-face, or even worse
To put a perfectly spit-shined brand new leather boots
On the dirty, busty ground
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
Oh sure, you could mobilize a million troops
Though a thousand could probably get the job done
But then people start to ask questions
So when you drop in and out
Of the white clouds in a blue sky
Don't worry about them
Having to see the whites of your eyes
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
Just let the payload fly and wing on home
My son, it's not your day to die
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
And when the crying starts
You won't have to see their bloodshot eyes turn red
And when the dying starts
You won't have to know a thing about who's dead
This is your mission, pretend it's television
Where the good guys always win
And they're gonna win again
Because you're gonna
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb!
Oh, they can keep talking, let 'em keep talking
They can talk while the bombs fall around them, for all I care
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
But when you've had enough of this diplomatic bullshit
And your patience is up well alright
It's on, and they asked for it
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
Ah, but you'll want to give yourself a second
To take in the beauty of the sight
As you come in over the mountains
Between the green earth and the sky and
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb!
Yes, bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
In and out, no mess, no fuss
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
And when the crying starts
You won't have to see their bloodshot eyes turn red
And when the dying starts
You won't have to know a thing about who's dead
This is your mission, like television
Where the good guys always win
And they're gonna win again
Because you're gonna
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
Bomb, repeat, bomb, repeat, bomb!
Bomb, repeat, bomb, now!
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Writer(s): Theodore Leo
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