Bomber

Sleek and clean, the death machines stand ready on the decks
Inside, the men that fight in them run through their final checks
Absorbed in fits, the pilots sit, their lives are ruled by hate
For those that fly make others die, and never touch their fates

[Chorus 1:]
He just flies the bomber
He never sees their eyes when the helm comes down
He just flies the bomber

Inbound trip without a slip, the shuttle drops them free
To set the trap for their attack, the backup squads agree
Now trim the jet and don’t forget to flatten the return
It’s time to go, for down below: the planet they must burn

[Chorus 2:]
He just flies the bomber
He never sees their eyes when the hell comes down
He just flies the bomber

Now make the run, so quick it’s done, the jet screams towards the ground
But moving ‘fast’ is so far passed, they never hear a sound
A final turn, as from astern, they watch the mushrooms grow
Fill the night with deadly light, kill the world below

[Chorus 2]

[Bridge]
Back aboard the shuttle, there’ll be time enough to think when they are done
They’ll find their antiseptic war won’t leave them with a place that they can run
Nowhere to run

And there’s no deep untroubled sleep for those with such a debt
The guilt alone will not atone, nor let a soul forget
Those cries and screams - they’re not just dreams, imagination’s lies
“God damn the whore, the b*tch that bore you killers from the skies!”

[Chorus 2]