Lyrics:
soul bombeeeeerrrr
Souuuulll bomber
Through light
the scattered bodies seemed meaningless
Hope the soul will die
But not
souuuuuuuul bombeeeeeeer
It's a bomber, it's a bomber
Scream a thousand miles
Hear the black death rising, moan
Firestorm coming closer
Napalm to the bone
Because you know we
Planes
They're everywhere
Wind
It gives us lift
Flight
The way to go
Up in the air
Spaceship
Shuttle
Fighter
Bomber
Airlift
Tanker
Rocket
Chopper
c'entra che se
Il cazzo c'entra canterebbe meglio
E sarebbe molto più contenta
Bomber! Bomber!
Bomber! Bomber!
Bomber!
Fai il figo (goal)
Metto il nome
were too high for me
But then you fell from the clouds like
A shooting star
You hit me like a dive bomber
You hit me like a dive bomber, dive bomber
A torch in his hand
Spread fire by the light of the moon
Ooh, pyrotechnical wizard of doom
Oh no here comes Ronnie
Ah the bombers insane
Ah till he
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
And a bomber above her wherever she goes
Sang the crow on the cradle
The crow on the cradle
Harlem will wear
Top hat, white tie and tails no more
They've been put away till after the war
If you want to know
Take a look at Brown Bomber Joe
Ilden brænder
Vandet drukner
Syren ætser
Isen fryser
Jorden skælver
Bølger ruller
Bjerge vælter
Flammer kvæler
Bomber sprænger
Bomber sprænger
I'll eat my hat tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah....
It's getting very scary
Yes, I'm frightened out of my wits
There's bombers in my bedroom
Night is falling, strange sound in the sky,
Bombers over the city,
Women yell and children cry, cry, cry, bombers!
Bomb's are falling, bang's echo
on her fingers
And bells on her toes
And a bomber above her wherever she goes
Sang the crow on the cradle
The crow on the cradle
The black
nine,
B-1 bombers all in line
This old man, he played ten,
Let's go back and vote again
dreamed I saw the bomber death planes
Riding shotgun in the sky,
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust, we are golden
We are caught in
I'm hardly in love
With everything you've done
I'm not so pretty or fun
Bomber man
He explodes everywhere, everywhere he lands
Bomber man
He
Bomber og Granater !!
Tiden er inne,for litt rocknroll
Tiden er inne for å laga show
Ut på pøbben for å fukte strupen
Detta kan vare hele uken
is her name
She's the kansas city bomber, let her roll, let her roll
Let her fly through the fury of the race
The cry of the crowd is the keeper
Listen my son
One thing I've learned
And I know it
Bombers can open bomb bays
Love all you can
This precious thing
Called your own life
Remember
listen my son
one thing i've learned and I know it
bombers can open bomb bays
love all you can
in this precious thing called your own life
rember
I'll guilt you till winter
I'll guilt you till end of time
Social suicide bomber
I light the vibe, light the vibe
Social suicide bomber
I light
out if you can't lullaby it
Oh, milkman, keep those bottles quiet
Been knocking out a fast tank, all day
Working on a bomber okay
Boy you blast my
a Draco in the closet by my bomber (by my bomber)
Got a diamond rope, call me "Tarzan" (burr, burr)
Got the dualie lookin' like a Tonka (yeah)
In magic
Force will hold a
Raffle to buy a bomber
And every vote will be
Counted in every election
And the winners will always keep
All of their promises
Him, at a tender age, they kindle his rage
Tampering his moral courage
They train him to die and to kill thousands
Emerges a 'bomber', birthed
.jpg/300px-B-52_Stratofortress_assigned_to_the_307th_Bomb_Wing_(cropped).jpg "Bomber")
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