They shipped me off to the Pacific, I was 22
The irony of the name it soon gets to you
Fire and bombshells, and B52s
I grew up being told to help my fellow man
I enrolled when I left school just like I had planned
But no one could plan for what waited for us
There was a kid in my unit from Washington State
They called "Amish boy" cause that's how he was raised
I guess we're all looking for a way out
He used to tell me in his town the warheads would creep up
Stand there for a while, grind the town to a halt
Then sit back down for a couple of weeks more
A new age is dawning and you just can't let go
They built a nuke, so will we, just to let them know
That we're still the ones running this show
The blast went off, it was the loudest thing I'd ever heard
I saw the bones through my hand and the fire in my shirt
And the bodies ahead dropping like flies
We went back to the base, our heads hanging low
Did we reach our target? Nobody knows
Because we were the targets, we didn't know
50 years of silence, we were forced to sign
Or tried for treason and hard prison time
50 years of silence, I still wake up at night
Blinded by a giant beam of infernal light
And I wonder what happenned to that Amish boy
The irony of the name it soon gets to you
Fire and bombshells, and B52s
I grew up being told to help my fellow man
I enrolled when I left school just like I had planned
But no one could plan for what waited for us
There was a kid in my unit from Washington State
They called "Amish boy" cause that's how he was raised
I guess we're all looking for a way out
He used to tell me in his town the warheads would creep up
Stand there for a while, grind the town to a halt
Then sit back down for a couple of weeks more
A new age is dawning and you just can't let go
They built a nuke, so will we, just to let them know
That we're still the ones running this show
The blast went off, it was the loudest thing I'd ever heard
I saw the bones through my hand and the fire in my shirt
And the bodies ahead dropping like flies
We went back to the base, our heads hanging low
Did we reach our target? Nobody knows
Because we were the targets, we didn't know
50 years of silence, we were forced to sign
Or tried for treason and hard prison time
50 years of silence, I still wake up at night
Blinded by a giant beam of infernal light
And I wonder what happenned to that Amish boy
Contributed by Dq82 - 2024/10/24 - 09:09
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Atomic Veteran Blues
The opening track tells the true story of the soldiers who were used as guinea pigs during the Cold War to experiment on the effects of a nuclear explosion. Horrific. The single is backed with ‘Battle Of The Somme’ a haunting track with harmonica over what sounds suspiciously like a Geiger counter. The soundbites come from the documentary film The Atomic Soldiers by Morgan Knibb.
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