A-Bomb

Tell it to your mama
Tell it to the hills
Tell it to your favourite girl
I'm going for the kill
Stalking in the west end
Coming home to you
Everyone will say my name
When the morning's through
And I want it all
Yes I want you all
To myself
And I want it all
Yes I want you all
To myself
Cali's sons and fever dreams
New York City fun police
Is why we look
But cannot see
A girl is out
But never free
Let's make history
Put me out of the misery
Let yourself be free
And we'll fly fly fly fly fly
But you're twisting
And it turns me
So vile
Sweet cry cry cry cry cry
Moving through the gutters
Muddy shades of red
Banshees screech as drops of lead
Pour down upon your head
The sparrows are still singing
When the morning swells
Swelter in the midday sun
Dirty south canals
And I want it all
Yes I want you all
To myself
Cali's sons and fever dreams
New York City fun police
Is why we look
But cannot see
A girl is out
But never free
Let's make history
Put me out of the misery
Let yourself be free
And we'll fly fly fly fly fly
Tell it to your mama
Go
Tell it on the hills
Tell it to your favourite girl
I'm going for the kill
Stalking in the west end
I'm coming home to you
Everyone will say my name
When the morning's through
And I want it all
Yes I want you all
To myself
And I want it all
Yes I want you all
To myself
Cali's sons and fever dreams
New York City fun police
Is why we look
But cannot see
A girl is out
But never free
Let's make history
Put me out of the misery
Let yourself be free
And we'll fly fly fly fly fly
But you're twisting
And it turns me
So vile
Sweet cry cry cry cry cry