Ted Leo & The Pharmacists Lyrics
"Bomb Repeat Bomb"
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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 clomb 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 pair of leather boots on the dirty, dusty 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 out of the white clouds in a blue sky
Don't worry about them having to see the whites of your blue eyes
Bomb. Repeat. Bomb. Repeat. Bomb
Just let that payload fly and win 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
Oh, they can keep talking - let 'em keep talking - they can talk while
The bombs fall all around them, for all I care
Bomb. Repeat. Bomb. Repeat. Bomb
But when you've enough of this diplomatic bullshit and your patience is up - well all right!
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
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 we're gonna win again because you're gonna
Bomb. Repeat. Bomb. Repeat. Bomb
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 clomb 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 pair of leather boots on the dirty, dusty 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 out of the white clouds in a blue sky
Don't worry about them having to see the whites of your blue eyes
Bomb. Repeat. Bomb. Repeat. Bomb
Just let that payload fly and win 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
Oh, they can keep talking - let 'em keep talking - they can talk while
The bombs fall all around them, for all I care
Bomb. Repeat. Bomb. Repeat. Bomb
But when you've enough of this diplomatic bullshit and your patience is up - well all right!
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
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 we're gonna win again because you're gonna
Bomb. Repeat. Bomb. Repeat. Bomb