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Yeah I'm feeling deeply

For the western being

And my country in a shaft

Some thousand feet

Recoil of deeds threw us back

Sweet home underground

What we needs is nylons

Nine packs of gum

A day in Vegas

Will they dig us

Hanging on a cloud

All for racial peace on earth

And some 40 megatons

Well, we'd better check the meters

Commies drop the bomb

When the ex-saints were dealing with saint-ex

Set the prefix to Tango Delta-B

Future lost im me?

Took my honey-bunny down the mines

Some thousand feet

Outside a cloud

We're heading for south

So let me count... one, two, three, four

Pull a stunt, come on, watch me do it again

Take a shot, blasta for the acid rain

Feeling deeply, cargo of purity

Bomber Jack, got it all for the unity

Hey Bomber Jack, Go bomb the reds

Hey Bomber Jack, Go drop 'em dead

Bomber Jack, Bomb Ukrania

Hey bomber Jack, No one will blame ya

All for racial peace on earth

And some 40 megatons

Well, we'd better check the meters

Commies drop the bomb

Hey Bomber Jack, Go bomb the reds

Hey Bomber Jack, Go drop 'em dead

Bomber Jack, Bomb Ukrania

Hey bomber Jack, No one will blame ya

All for racial peace on earth

And some 40 megatons

Well, we'd better check the meters

Commies drop the bomb