Mama Was a War Profiteer

I remember breathing under Cover and the screaming thunder Flashes in the night so bright we Traveled at the speed of light We shuffled through the mountain passes While the bombs above us blasted Into a bunker safe and sound We kissed as everything burned to the ground See the limousines all blasting Into smithereens and ashes Bodies flying in the clearing Flying like the end was nearing I remember bleeding under Cover and the screaming thunder Watching tiny bombs explode Above the Gulf of Mexico Where No one could be No one could be Seen for miles and miles around And No one would be No one could be Nowhere No way Nowhere Nowhere No way out Nowhere now No way out In the Golden hour (Mama was a war profiteer) No way out Nowhere now No way out In the Golden hour (Daddy was a sad bell ringing)