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[Genesis 19: 24-28] Blinkered against the harsh and raging sun They said, divert your gaze: don't look behind It was time, they said, to do that thing; Mindful, they, of peace and peace of mind Don't feel bad, they said, about the numbers Don't feel bad about the melting heat The burning flesh, the soft white cell demise And the shattered ground beneath the trembling feet Mrs. Tibbets' little boy August morning silence breaks Eyes to heaven, Manhattan toy Drops in for tea and Eccles cake All for the good and ultimately Saving precious lives in longer run Set a course for home and happy holidays; Tell yourself thank God what's done is done Mrs. Tibbets' little boy August morning silence breaks Eyes to heaven, Manhattan toy Drops in for tea and Eccles cake SongtexteMaybe if Lot had stopped and stood his ground And maybe if Peter hadn't turned away What if that Judas stole no kiss? What if, what if, Enola Gay? Mrs. Tibbets' little boy August morning silence breaks Eyes to heaven, Manhattan toy Drops in for tea and Eccles cake Have yourself a merry little Christmas; Open parcels, gifts of different kind A bigger bang will call for bigger bucks So pay the ransom, don't look behind Aus Songtexte Mania