A child of a few hours is burning to death
The dead weather
A child of a few hours
Is burning to death
Her eyes are full of smoke
Her mouth is full of fire
Napalm is perfect
For women and children
Forgive us, Forgive us
Is burning to death
Her eyes are full of smoke
Her mouth is full of fire
Napalm is perfect
For women and children
Forgive us, Forgive us
We should have called Suzy and Bobby
They like to watch fires
Pretend it's not happening
It will be clipped
Out of tomorrow's new show
After the funeral after the feast
With so many bodies at our feet
We should have called Suzy and Bobby
They like to watch fires
We all are nothing
But soft moist people
With soft moist hands
Folded over our buttons
Silently sleeping
Cold and unmoving and doing nothing
We should have called Suzy and Bobby
They like to watch fires
A child of a few hours
Is burning to death
Her eyes are full of smoke
Her mouth is full of fire
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