Paroles de Children Of The Atom Bomb

Children of the atom bomb Children of the atom bomb Lit by the fires of the coming dawn And brighter than the sun Children of the atom bomb Children of the atom bomb In irradiated coma-zones Of projected holy-smoke Old wars within The men inside Boiled in their tears Children of the mushroom cloud Children of the mushroom cloud Blessed fall-out, phantom crowds That learned to love the gun Children of the atom bomb Children of the atom bomb Lit by the fires of the coming dawn And brighter than the sun Children of the atom bomb Children of the atom bomb In irradiated coma-zones Of projected holy-smoke Old wars within The men inside Boiled in their tears