It was newborn and ten feet tall
But they called it little boy and C7, H5, O6, N3 they called him
T-N-T
The fireball would dim the sun
Promising death in its cruelest form
Hiroshima Mon Amour
As we beg to be forgiven do you spit
In our face and curse us all
The fireball that shamed the sun
Burning the shadows on the ground
As the rain falls to dry the land
Leaving desert for the thirsty man
They all said it would end the war
And we thanked Christ for the bomb and the priests and witches all agreed
They should die to keep them free
The fireball that shamed the sun
Burning the shadows on the ground
As the rain falls to dry the land
Leaving desert for the thirsty man
Hiroshima!