Bomb the Bomb Songtext

Grab your sword
Run it right through Henry Ford

It's a beautiful morning
Not a cloud in the sky
The traffic is crawling
Playing tricks with your mind
You take your frustration
Out on to the road
There's no self preservation
You're about to explode

The temperature's rising
The sun's climbing high
The city is choking
Right in front of our eyes

It's a beautiful morning
It's a wonderful life
A new day is dawning But you don't have the time
The whole hippie nation
Is shining a light
For self preservation
And the sake of a child