Ted Leo & The Pharmacists (Ted Leo/The Pharmacists)

Ted Leo & The Pharmacists (Ted Leo/The Pharmacists) - Bomb Repeat Bomb songtekst

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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 

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