Lyrics A Child of a Few Hours Is Burning to Death - The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band
A
child
of
a
few
hours
Is
burning
to
death
Her
eyes
are
full
of
smoke
Her
mouth
is
full
of
fire
Napalm
is
perfect
For
women
and
children
Forgive
us,
Forgive
us
We
should
have
called
Suzy
and
Bobby
They
like
to
watch
fires
Pretend
it's
not
happening
It
will
be
clipped
Out
of
tomorrow's
news
show
After
the
funeral
after
the
feast,
baby
With
so
many
bodies
at
our
feet
We
should
have
called
Suzy
and
Bobby
They
like
to
watch
fires
We
all
are
nothing
But
soft
moist
people
With
soft
moist
hands
Folded
over
our
buttons
Silently
sleeping
Cold
and
unmoving
and
doing
nothing
We
should
have
called
Suzy
and
Bobby
They
like
to
watch
fires
A
child
of
a
few
hours
Is
burning
to
death
Her
eyes
are
full
of
smoke
Her
mouth
is
full
of
fire
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5 As the World Rises and Falls
6 Until the Poorest of People Have Money to Spend
7 Watch Yourself
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9 Ritual #2
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14 1906
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