A pretty good place to start

Well the bomb went off about a mile from town and it moved so fast no one heard the sound,
As it covered them up and it spit them out, I turned the radio up and the car around,
Well, there's a lot of strange things that I've in my day, things that would make some folks lose faith,
But I've never had a chance, and before I'm gone, I'd like to see the center of an atom bomb.

So I picked you up at your daddy's house, with a little white fence and the windows blown out,
I'm just glad you made it underground, before that rain of fire came 'a tumbling down,
And It was hard to remember just what we had thought, all of those time's that we spat and fought,
Now the place I left you cryin' is a vacant lot, and when I kiss you baby all that I can taste is blood.

Well the closer we go and the hotter it get's cause the AC is blown and death is pouring through the vents,
It's a smelting pot, where we connect, and our eyes pour out like we were tape cassettes,
And the people we've been being all but start to rewind, replaying all the things that we did with our time,
It's an end and a beginning and an in between, and now we're finally spliced together like you always dreamed

If tragedy's what you want,
I know a pretty good place to start,
Someday they'll call it art

If tragedy's what you want,
I know a pretty good place to start,
Someday they'll mark this spot