The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive


someone's wounded over there,
she's carrying a nuclear bomb -
she wraps your eyes in her long black hair,
you're a long long way from home

someone's dying over there,
she's carrying death in her long black skirt,
don't worry for a moment, it won't hurt,
you'll be there, she is fair

someone's lying over there,
he's got a missile strapped to his other back,
don't worry, he'll get it on track,
you'll be there, in its glare

you'll be there, back in your home,
the world explodes, it's not another bomb


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