Children Of The Atom Bomb

<p>Children of the atom bomb Children of the atom bomb Lit by the fires of the coming dawn And brighter than the sun</p><p>Children of the atom bomb Children of the atom bomb In irradiated coma-zones Of projected holy-smoke</p><p>Old wars within The men inside Boiled in their tears</p><p>Children of the mushroom cloud Children of the mushroom cloud Blessed fall-out, phantom crowds That learned to love the gun</p><p>Children of the atom bomb Children of the atom bomb Lit by the fires of the coming dawn And brighter than the sun</p><p>Children of the atom bomb Children of the atom bomb In irradiated coma-zones Of projected holy-smoke</p><p>Old wars within The men inside Boiled in their tears</p>