P.O.E. Songtext

von Kyyria

Yeah I'm feeling deeply
For the western being
And my country in a shaft
Some thousand feet
Recoil of deeds threw us back
Sweet home underground
What we needs is nylons
Nine packs of gum
A day in Vegas
Will they dig us
Hanging on a cloud

All for racial peace on earth
And some 40 megatons
Well, we'd better check the meters
Commies drop the bomb

When the ex-saints were dealing with saint-ex
Set the prefix to Tango Delta-B
Future lost im me?
Took my honey-bunny down the mines
Some thousand feet
Outside a cloud
We're heading for south
So let me count... one, two, three, four
Pull a stunt, come on, watch me do it again
Take a shot, blasta for the acid rain
Feeling deeply, cargo of purity
Bomber Jack, got it all for the unity
Hey Bomber Jack, Go bomb the reds
Hey Bomber Jack, Go drop 'em dead
Bomber Jack, Bomb Ukrania
Hey bomber Jack, No one will blame ya

All for racial peace on earth
And some 40 megatons
Well, we'd better check the meters
Commies drop the bomb

Hey Bomber Jack, Go bomb the reds
Hey Bomber Jack, Go drop 'em dead
Bomber Jack, Bomb Ukrania
Hey bomber Jack, No one will blame ya

All for racial peace on earth
And some 40 megatons
Well, we'd better check the meters
Commies drop the bomb