Officer Jenny
the bockscar children
Select language to translate this lyric
i, built with springs and these duct-tape tin-can wings
woke among crows in my finest sunday clothes
i told my tale in a cold plutonium hail
wrapped in a shroud, a corrosive mushroom cloud
i, built with love for the death of smaller bugs
tore out your homes with my foggy fission foam
all i could see were the roaches and debris
cause life's pretty calm for an old atomic bomb
- Album:
- Queen of Cups