Angels Bombing for Cheney Afterglow as they drop them slow
The bomb bay's open and the yield's not low
The children sleep down there and they'll soon be ghosts
A cleansing fire will burn down below
No
Silent strike from the clear dark sky
Phantoms can't resist, just bring silent cries
The door swings open and it will turn the tide
Run and hide, run and hide
No, no
They can still see him signing off on the orders dropping bombs
Make insurgents fade away, fade away to some how right our wrongs
Memories of nuclear heat
Fantasies that he will retreat
Like an angel bombing for Cheney
Like an angel bombing for Cheney
No, no, no, no
Angels on the Balcony, 5th song down.
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