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Vincent Caillaud
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歌词
They shipped me off to the Pacific, I was 22
The irony of the name it soon gets to you
Fire and bombshells and B52's
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 him 'Amish boy', 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 weeks more
A new age is dawning, 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 all dropping like flies
We went back to the base, our heads hanging low
Did we reach our target? Nobody knows
Cause we were the targets and 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
I wonder what happened to that Amish boy
Written by: Vincent Caillaud
