Paroles de A Child of a Few Hours is Burning to Death

A child of a few hours Is burning to death Her eyes are full of smoke Her mouth is full of fire Napalm is perfect For women and children Forgive us, Forgive us We should have called Suzy and Bobby They like to watch fires Pretend it's not happening It will be clipped Out of tomorrow's new show After the funeral after the feast With so many bodies at our feet We should have called Suzy and Bobby They like to watch fires We all are nothing But soft moist people With soft moist hands Folded over our buttons Silently sleeping Cold and unmoving and doing nothing We should have called Suzy and Bobby They like to watch fires A child of a few hours Is burning to death Her eyes are full of smoke Her mouth is full of fire