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1.
Back in the day before the gray
I was Mr. Right
And it was my right of way
Met a guy in church kinda like John Birch
In that subtle way
That didn't have to say
Well it was all about the money in those days
We had our kids to raise
And we kept them cool in the back yard pool
Yeah it was so about the dough you know
Sometimes I had to tune out
Just to count
2.
Then came a time of drinks
Out on the links
With party brass
Said laws for the tax cuts we would get
(And bill it to the debt)
Had come to pass
So we told God bless the nation
And we toasted
To our fortune and our station
Yeah we told God bless the nation
And with righteous indignation
Hit the gas
3.
Then came that morning when
The paper read
Of thousands dead
Miles of city blocks
reduced to rocks
And so I checked my stocks
And there it was you know
In my portfolio
To my alarm
This company that paid to me so handsomely
That was a part of me
Built the bomb
4.
Next of kin, got three
But they're not close to me
And one young son
Firebreathing
Patriotic lad
Kinda like his dad
Well I shook his hand
When Command sent him to Bibleland
And wished him well
And if I could hold him one more time
I'd gladly die
And burn in hell.
Back in the day before the gray
I was Mr. Right
And it was my right of way
Met a guy in church kinda like John Birch
In that subtle way
That didn't have to say
Well it was all about the money in those days
We had our kids to raise
And we kept them cool in the back yard pool
Yeah it was so about the dough you know
Sometimes I had to tune out
Just to count
2.
Then came a time of drinks
Out on the links
With party brass
Said laws for the tax cuts we would get
(And bill it to the debt)
Had come to pass
So we told God bless the nation
And we toasted
To our fortune and our station
Yeah we told God bless the nation
And with righteous indignation
Hit the gas
3.
Then came that morning when
The paper read
Of thousands dead
Miles of city blocks
reduced to rocks
And so I checked my stocks
And there it was you know
In my portfolio
To my alarm
This company that paid to me so handsomely
That was a part of me
Built the bomb
4.
Next of kin, got three
But they're not close to me
And one young son
Firebreathing
Patriotic lad
Kinda like his dad
Well I shook his hand
When Command sent him to Bibleland
And wished him well
And if I could hold him one more time
I'd gladly die
And burn in hell.