hiroshima woman

you can make me the center of your target zone;
drop the bomb down, you can bomb on my home.
separate my shin from inside my skin…
just want some liebensraum, now, is that a sin??
I’m a hiroshima woman, i like to rock and roll…
blast your isotopic fission, umm, strip me to the bone.

well, it’s shred me up,
and nuke me down.
pulverize my head
with the rest of the town.
turn me into plasma; gamma x-ray…
nuke those folks,
i didn’t like them anyway.
red cloud in the sky,
have a hiroshima day.

and, here’s some more stuff i gotta say,
in a jail house rock kind of way:

now, tojo told me, “honey,
‘need more stuff in Japan!
hell with roosevelt, got to break out the ban:
get me back to the safety of the frying pan!
and, i really need all them sumatra monkey glands…”

let’s fook. everybody, let’s fukushima!!
“nuclear is bad, bad yankeeees!!”

— umm, hitler said to hiro,
“turn the bums to glue.”
hiro said to tojo,
“cat, that’s what you should do,
cause, that whole population of China
don’t do what i say….!”

… oh, been to nanking,
watched’um chop some heads.
army boys be thrifty,
did not waste no lead.

and, some things,
you know they never go away:
have a hiro, i mean a foo-koo-shima day.