Tell me Major Eatherly what's troubling your mind?
Your dream of children burning whom you have left behind,
Who thru the flames are running with their bodies burned & blind,
And why haven It you for-gotten for your deed is far behind?
You flew the big B-29's back in World War Two
It was hard to stay your hand then when the Germans killed the Jews
So you'd left your wife at home, and you'd left your children too
For the nation was at war and so what else was there to do?
From nineteen-forty-one 'til July of forty-five
You'd seen the blood and the wounded, and the men who were to die
Long hours of staring at the sea, only hoping to survive
The bloody dark Pacific rolling 'neath the bloody sky.
The sixth of August was the day, they said the end was near
If you'd fly scout for the A-Bomb to find a city that was clear
Dreaming of home and sick of war your conscience could not hear
So your plane doomed Hiroshima to the fire and to the fear.
In Galveston in Texas in nineteen sixty-four
You hold a toy gun in your hand as you rob a grocery store
Long ago Japan surrendered, burned and shattered to the core
Do you think that you can hide your guilt behind that prison door?
This is not the first time they've locked you in your cell
The asylum for the insane has seen your face as well
Your family's kicked you out and when you're drunk and you all
There'll be no one to understand, There'll be no one at all.
So why must you bear all this guilt for that one fearful blow?
You were just obeying orders, you just fought the hated foe
Are there no more men alive to share your heavy guilt?
Or did that last man die upon that cross the Romans built?
Your dream of children burning whom you have left behind,
Who thru the flames are running with their bodies burned & blind,
And why haven It you for-gotten for your deed is far behind?
You flew the big B-29's back in World War Two
It was hard to stay your hand then when the Germans killed the Jews
So you'd left your wife at home, and you'd left your children too
For the nation was at war and so what else was there to do?
From nineteen-forty-one 'til July of forty-five
You'd seen the blood and the wounded, and the men who were to die
Long hours of staring at the sea, only hoping to survive
The bloody dark Pacific rolling 'neath the bloody sky.
The sixth of August was the day, they said the end was near
If you'd fly scout for the A-Bomb to find a city that was clear
Dreaming of home and sick of war your conscience could not hear
So your plane doomed Hiroshima to the fire and to the fear.
In Galveston in Texas in nineteen sixty-four
You hold a toy gun in your hand as you rob a grocery store
Long ago Japan surrendered, burned and shattered to the core
Do you think that you can hide your guilt behind that prison door?
This is not the first time they've locked you in your cell
The asylum for the insane has seen your face as well
Your family's kicked you out and when you're drunk and you all
There'll be no one to understand, There'll be no one at all.
So why must you bear all this guilt for that one fearful blow?
You were just obeying orders, you just fought the hated foe
Are there no more men alive to share your heavy guilt?
Or did that last man die upon that cross the Romans built?
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