BOMBS ARE DROPPING

BOMBS ARE DROPPING

By Richard E. Noble

Bombs are dropping, but I can’t hear a thing.
Bombs are dropping, I can feel them ring.
BOOM! ... BOOM! ... BOOM! ... see everything crumble.
Buildings tumble, the grounds a rumble.

Bombs are dropping, but I can’t hear a thing.
BOOM! ... BOOM! ... BOOM!
Bombs are dropping, I can feel them ring.
I can hear them whistle. I can hear them sing.
But yet, but yet ... I can’t hear a thing.

Buildings are falling and crashing to the ground.
Children are screaming and running around.
But I’m all right in my suit and tie.
I’ve got my briefcase, and can’t seem to cry.

Bombs are dropping ... BOOM! ... BOOM! ... BOOM!
I’m cleaning up destruction with my little whisk-broom.
Hear them whistle ... hear them sing.
Bombs are dropping, but I can’t hear a thing.

BOMBS ARE DROPPING! ... BOMBS ARE DROPPING!
BOOM! … BOOM! … BOOM!

But I can’t hear a thing.