in the streets Will we meet in a bar's cold light? We grip at our hands We hold just a little tight After the bombs After the bombs subside And after
the streets Will we meet in the bar's cold light? We grip at our hands We hold just a little tight After the bombs After the bombs Subside And after
Translation: The Decemberists. After The Bombs.
Ash and palm, burnt black, caked to my forehead, for we are the children of faith in dead gods. Fear not bedrooms nor states, as they are merely the
in the streets Will we meet in the bar's cold light? We grip at our hands We hold just a little tight After the bombs After the bombs Subside And after
Chidren blown into limbless joints of meat. -After the bomb- People dead & diseased, tossed away like shit.
The biggest war has ended The smoke gets away The sun is coming up To salute the horrible day An endless battlefield Overcrowded with death Ah there's
heaven All this world is a Berlin after the bombing They're between little Angel has gaurds hover around All you see is a Berlin after the bombing
Intro: JD) After the party its the waffle house if u ever been there u know what i'm talkin about where people dont dance all they do is this and after
torch, cut the head off the Leviathan The terminology I'm rhymin' in 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland Hit ya, I'm gonna get ya And drop the bomb scripture
Yo who the don, who plays it all night long? 50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq
50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond Yo who the don, who plays it all night long? Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep
blow Oh oh I just wanna set you on fire So I won't have to burn alone Then you Then you'll know where I'm coming from Fire bomb... Fire bomb Seems
you talking like you on the right track After I see my P.O. Imma hit you right back Hook: So what you wanna do? What you wanna do? Got some bomb ass
a smile Stackin' numbers that alarm and race White house, still move brick of law in a day I'm that Bin Laden, boy, I'll bomb ya state I ain't come to
faster, she's screaming grab my titties, shady suck on those bastards, But i ain't no sucker, I won't snuggle up with her after, I'm a gigolo, But Ya
when all of the embers fell? I still remember them Covered in ash Covered in glass Covered in all my friends I still think of the bombs they built