It was new born and ten feet tall
but they called it a little boy,
and C7 H5 O6 N3
they called him T-N-T
The fireball would dim the sun
promising death in its cruelist form
Oo
Hiroshima mon amour
beg to be forgiven
do you spin 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 the desert for the thirsty man