Enola Gay

Enola Gay :

She's got graves for every hunchback in town

Who would offer their humps up to the Holy of Holies.

Now, you may think that you're safe in the crowd -

How fast can you run from the galloping Furies?

I've seen her waltzing through the war-tattered skies,

Possessed by the drums of the Sanctum Sanctorum.

But when I gaze into those black-market eyes

It makes me wanna give it all up.

I'm okay, I've got my head on the ropes now

I'm just a quarter sort of a dime.

And I'm at my knees to the tortuous tease

Thinking it's time to slow down.

But the statute she reads states that these tricks up my sleeves

Are gonna chew off my arm somehow.

Sr. Androgenous is spindling over

Too brief a description of the sexual organs.

In my confusion I have found my way

To the alter where they play tempestuous games:

I see my darling with her hair up in tangles

Fixing her men with fatal doses and damsels.

And when I gaze into those black-market eyes

It makes me wanna give it all up

I'm okay, I've got my head on the ropes now

I'm just a quarter sort of a dime.

And I'm at my knees to the tortuous tease

Thinking it's time to slow down.

But the statute she reads states that these tricks up my sleeves

Are gonna chew off my arm somehow.

All I wanted was to hold you,

And I've waited so long for the day

When I'll be called into your pale room

Oh, my darling Enola Gay.