Hiroshima Utopia
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[Verse 1]
Under the rising sun, dirty yellow children play
And in the red pagoda, mamasan is praying
Blood wasted saving face, ancestors are looking on
As they wave their silver samurai underneath the big gun
[Chorus]
Hiroshima, no one could imagine
Not the victors nor the victims
Pitiful survivors
Nor the pawn of a man who had the button under his hand
No one would believe it
[Verse 2]
God, God is on our side, he placed the power in our hands
To teach the yellow peril: this is Christian mercy
Harry, Harry, give 'em hell, give 'em hell one time again
Well, show those Axis powers how to make an oven, fry them
[Chorus]
Hiroshima, no one could imagine
Not the victors nor the victims
Pitiful survivors
Nor the pawn of a man who had the button under his hand
No one would believe it
Under the rising sun, dirty yellow children play
And in the red pagoda, mamasan is praying
Blood wasted saving face, ancestors are looking on
As they wave their silver samurai underneath the big gun
[Chorus]
Hiroshima, no one could imagine
Not the victors nor the victims
Pitiful survivors
Nor the pawn of a man who had the button under his hand
No one would believe it
[Verse 2]
God, God is on our side, he placed the power in our hands
To teach the yellow peril: this is Christian mercy
Harry, Harry, give 'em hell, give 'em hell one time again
Well, show those Axis powers how to make an oven, fry them
[Chorus]
Hiroshima, no one could imagine
Not the victors nor the victims
Pitiful survivors
Nor the pawn of a man who had the button under his hand
No one would believe it
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