One bomb
Two bombs
Red, white, blue bombs.
Black bomb blue bombs
Old bombs new bombs.
This one can blow up a car!
This one can blow up a star!
Say!
What a lot of bombs there are!
Yes. Some are red.
And some are blue.
Some are old.
And some are new.
Some are sad.
And some are rad.
But all are very, very bad.
Why are they sad and rad and bad?
If you don't know
Go ask your dad.
Some are thin.
And some are fat.
The fat one is yellow at that.
From there to here
From here to there
Fucking bombs are everywhere!
There are bombs that make you run
But leave you done
In the hot, hot sun.
Oh me! Oh my!
Oh me! Oh my!
What a lot of body parts fly by!
Sometimes two feet
And some times four.
Some times six feet
And some times more!
Where do bombs come from?
U!
S!
A!
We can shoot our bombs from a long, long way.
We send them off
We let them go.
Some die fast
And some die slow.
Some shoot high
And some shoot low.
Each one of them
Worse than the other.
Don’t ask us why
We killed your mother.
Say!
Look at those fingers!
One, two, three…
How many fingers do I see?
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven
Eight, nine, ten.
I see eleven!
Eleven!
This is something new.
Man, I love bombs!
How about you?
I Love You All...Class Dismissed.
Two bombs
Red, white, blue bombs.
Black bomb blue bombs
Old bombs new bombs.
This one can blow up a star!
Say!
What a lot of bombs there are!
Yes. Some are red.
And some are blue.
Some are old.
And some are new.
Some are sad.
And some are rad.
But all are very, very bad.
Why are they sad and rad and bad?
If you don't know
Go ask your dad.
And some are fat.
The fat one is yellow at that.
From there to here
From here to there
There are bombs that make you run
But leave you done
In the hot, hot sun.
Oh me! Oh my!
Oh me! Oh my!
What a lot of body parts fly by!
Sometimes two feet
And some times four.
Some times six feet
And some times more!
Where do bombs come from?
U!
S!
A!
We can shoot our bombs from a long, long way.
We send them off
We let them go.
Some die fast
And some die slow.
Some shoot high
And some shoot low.
Each one of them
Worse than the other.
Don’t ask us why
We killed your mother.
Say!
Look at those fingers!
One, two, three…
How many fingers do I see?
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven
Eight, nine, ten.
I see eleven!
Eleven!
This is something new.
Man, I love bombs!
How about you?
I Love You All...Class Dismissed.
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