V-Bomb

Name the time, name the place

Put on your good dress

Greet me to your kin

Alongside the darkness

All the tricks we know

To slip the dead hand

Gentle shall we go

Into the badlands

Light the fire, hear the bell ring

Light the fire, hear the bugs sing

Ride the wave, mourn the lost hand

Ride the wave, greet the good day

Better days will survive

Amidst the decay

We will turn the tide

Out on the freeway

Run up all the flags

And wait in singing

Takes 22 angry lads

To slay the mad king

The ones you left behind

You know they're long gone

Signal me when it's time

To drop the V-bomb

Light the fire, hear the bell ring

Light the fire, hear the bugs sing

Ride the wave, mourn the lost hand

Ride the wave, greet the good day

In all the shame you might desire

You go outside the wire

You go outside the wire

Let us praise the angel as he cuts them all down

Into the cold ground

Into the cold ground

Let us praise the angel as he cuts them all down

Into the cold ground

Into the cold ground