Hiroshima Mon Amour – Alcatrazz

It was newborn and ten feet tall
But they called it little boy
And C7, H5, O6, N3 they called him
T-N-T

The fireball would dim the sun
Promising death in its cruelest form

Hiroshima Mon Amour
As we beg to be forgiven do you spit
In our face and curse us all

The fireball that shamed the sun
Burning the shadows on the ground
As the rain falls to dry the land
Leaving desert for the thirsty man

They all said it would end the war
And we thanked Christ for the bomb
And the priests and witches all agreed
They should die to keep them free

The fireball that shamed the sun
Burning the shadows on the ground
As the rain falls to dry the land
Leaving the desert for the thirsty man

Hiroshima!