Crashing at Corona Songtext

von Grant Lee Buffalo

The rancher
Kicked up the last
And now ?
Just as re-entry was close
We came tumbling down
Like a falling star O-ver
New Mexico

There is no hope
They're crashing at Corona
And threatened to the tape
Photographed the bodies
There and so
They're crashing at Corona
As a radar reflector
Flew us out to Albuquerque

The Brass came to the
Great plains
With their armoured
Cars and jeeps and junk
They took
Great pains
With the remains
'Til they all
Were inside the crates and trunks
And the freight was lifted
Into the Bombers' hall

There is no hope
They're crashing at Corona
Interrupted wire, concealed debris
There is no hope
They're crashing at Corona
Said a weather balloon went down
On the white sands of
Trinity

The rains came and
Plugged the storm drains
Shame
Of the 509th boy grew
Rocket wrecks and
When the bullocks and days
Of space-age will not mix
After verification
Of the Kodak test

There is no hope
They're crashing at Corona
Interrupted wire, concealed debris
There is no hope
They're crashing at Corona
Said a weather balloon went down
In the sands of Trinity
Flew us out to Albuquerque
Flew us out in Albuquerque
Flew us out to Albuquerque
At the white sands of
Trinity.