Lyrics
They should die to keep them free, as we beg to be forgiven do you spit
The fireball that shamed the sun, as the rain falls to dry the land Mon, the fireball would dim the sun
And we thanked christ for the bomb, burning shadows on the ground
But they called it little boy, leaving a desert for the thirsty man, n3 they called him t-n-t
N3 they called him t-n-t, in our face and curse us all Hiroshima, burning shadows on the ground
It was newborn and ten feet tall, it was newborn and ten feet tall Amour, promising death in its cruelest form
the fireball that shamed the sun
Leaving a desert for the thirsty man, but they called it little boy
As the rain falls to dry the land, burning shadows on the ground
It was newborn and ten feet tall, the fireball that shamed the sun
as we beg to be forgiven do you spit
Leaving a desert for the thirsty man, burning shadows on the ground
Burning shadows on the ground, hiroshima mon amour
Hiroshima mon amour, leaving a desert for the thirsty man, promising death in its cruelest form
As the rain falls to dry the land, burning shadows on the ground, hiroshima mon amour
but they called it little boy
they should die to keep them free
leaving a desert for the thirsty man
and the priests and witches all agreed
they all said it would end the war
they all said it would end the war
n3 they called him t-n-t
leaving a desert for the thirsty man
Leaving a desert for the thirsty man, as we beg to be forgiven do you spit
The fireball would dim the sun, as we beg to be forgiven do you spit
They should die to keep them free, in our face and curse us all, the fireball that shamed the sun
Leaving a desert for the thirsty man, leaving a desert for the thirsty man
Leaving a desert for the thirsty man, promising death in its cruelest form Mon, n3 they called him t-n-t
leaving a desert for the thirsty man
and we thanked christ for the bomb
As we beg to be forgiven do you spit, and we thanked christ for the bomb
and the priests and witches all agreed
promising death in its cruelest form
Leaving a desert for the thirsty man, and we thanked christ for the bomb Amour, as the rain falls to dry the land
As the rain falls to dry the land, the fireball that shamed the sun Hiroshima, n3 they called him t-n-t
Hiroshima mon amour, burning shadows on the ground
And we thanked christ for the bomb, they should die to keep them free
Burning shadows on the ground, the fireball that shamed the sun
and we thanked christ for the bomb
the fireball that shamed the sun
The fireball would dim the sun, but they called it little boy, the fireball that shamed the sun
Hiroshima mon amour, the fireball that shamed the sun
Hiroshima mon amour, in our face and curse us all
and we thanked christ for the bomb