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Bombing Run of the Soul

by Gilded Kants

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Bombing Run of the Soul (lyrics):

Verse:

Father got cracked at the dinner table,
Shell-shocked out of his mind, good thing he doesn’t know.
Mother says nothing but I know better,
Kennedy gave him a mission, and he got laid low.
That’s four dead presidents all lined up in a row.

Verse 2:

True conservative fighting for the South,
Not our home, but a country thousands of miles away.
The rabid commies should have up and died,
but before we knew it they were pumped and ready to play.
They fucked up the Japs in the 40s, so why did we stay?

Chorus:

‘Cause now, those incontestable failures of judgement are taking their toll.
And those who survive, are still in spirit rewarded with one bombing run of the soul.

Verse 3:

Father doesn’t speak when spoken to,
and when he does, I make sure to never ask him why.
Instead of one whole he’s broken two,
crosses his heart and desperately hopes to die.
And when he cries for help, I can never reply.

Verse 4:

True patriot, heart of true North,
not to be confused with the leftist scourge of Ho Chi Minh.
Came home with his head hung low.
Try to imagine the world of shit he’s in.
They reamed the French of ’54, where do I even begin?!

(Chorus)

(Instrumental Bridge)

Verse 5:

Father still takes over all my thoughts,
Shell-shocked out of my soul, if there is such a thing.
Broken hearts and broken cots,
for years still feeling the sharpness of his sting.
My country, ’tis of thee, let freedom ring!

Chorus:

‘Cause now, these inconceivable failures of judgement have taken their toll.
And I won’t survive. Let my deliverance come with the last bombing run of the soul!

(Ending)

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released September 3, 2018

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