Mama Was a War Profiteer

I remember breathing under

Cover and the screaming thunder

Flashes in the night so bright we

Traveled at the speed of light we

Shuffled through the mountain passes

While the bombs above us blasted

To a bunker safe and sound we

Kissed as everything burned to the ground

See the limousines all blasted

Into smithereens and ashes

Bodies flying in the clearing

Flying like the end was nearing

I remember bleeding under

Cover and the screaming thunder

Watching tiny bombs explode

Above the Gulf of Mexico where

No one could be

No one could be

Seen for miles and miles around and

No one would be

No one could be

Nowhere nowhere nowhere nowhere

No way out

Nowhere now

No way out

In the golden hour

(Mama was a war profiteer)

No way out

Nowhere now

No way out

In the golden hour

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No way out

Nowhere now