Hiroshima Mon Amour

It was newborn and ten feet tall

But they called it little boy

And c7 h5 o6 n3 they called him

T n t

The fireball would dim the sun

Promising death in it's cruelest form

Hiroshima mon amour

As we beg to be forgiven do you spit

In our face and curse us all

The fireball that shamed the sun

Burning the shadows on the ground

As the rain falls to dry the land

Leaving desert for the thirsty man

They all said it would end the war

And we thanked christ for the bomb

And the priests and witches all agreed

They should die to keep them free

The fireball that shamed the sun

Burning the shadows on the ground

As the rain falls to dry the land

Leaving the desert for the thirsty man

Hiroshima