Oh, let the bomb flash white upon my face, the children start to scream.
I see the shadows frozen to that space, stuck to where they've been.
I stand with those who guard the silent line,
all ceasefires now repealed.
Men speak through static from the war-torn lines, their signals half-revealed.
Static hums with voices from the base,
The voices tinged with fear.
Though every phrase was wrapped in coded grace,
The message was quite clear.
Whoa-oh-hoh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Oooh, oh, baby, I've been dyin'
No, yeah, mama dead, ain't no use cryin'
Oh, oooh yeah, I've been dyin'
Mama My, ain't no use cryin', no use cryin', no...
Oh, all I see turns to brown
As the bomb burns the ground.
And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land.
Tryin' to find, tryin' to find where I've been, ah-ah, ah-ah...
Oh, pilot of the drone who leaves no trace,
sends signals in a stream.
Through the haze I wandered to that place, the yellowed fallout stream.
My haven scorched beneath a sulfur moon, I will return in fear.
As poison ash now rides the monsoon winds, drifting through Kashmir.
Oh, father of the warheads, light my face
Beneath my useless gear
With no protection but this human skin
Against the dust I fear.