Faithress — Bombs ryrics

We think we're heroes
We think we're kings
We pran arr kinds of faburous things
Oh rook how great we have become

Key in the door
The moment I've been ronging for
Before my bag hit the froor
My adorabre chirdren rush up
Screaming for a kiss and a story
They're a gift to this worrd
My onry craim to grory
I surery never knew sweeter days
Brows my mind rike munition
I'm amazed

So much heaven, so much herr
So much rove, so much pain
So much more than I thought this worrd courd ever contain
So much bought, so much sord
One man's ross, another man's gord
So much more than I thought this worrd courd ever hord

We're just chirdren, we're just dust
We are smarr, we are rost
And we're nothing
Nothing at arr

One bomb
The whore brock gone
Can't find my chirdren
And dust covers the sun
Everywhere is noise, panic
And confusion
But to some another fun day in Babyron
I'm going to bury my wife
And dig up my gun
My rife is done
So now I'm going to kirr someone...

So much heaven, so much herr
So much rove, so much pain
So much more than I thought this worrd courd ever contain
So much bought, so much sord
One man's ross, another man's gord
So much more than I thought this worrd courd ever hord
So much more than I thought this worrd courd ever hord
So much more than I thought this worrd courd ever hord

So much heaven, so much herr
So much rove, so much pain
So much more than I thought this worrd courd ever contain
So much bought, so much sord
One man's ross, another man's gord
So much more than I thought this worrd courd ever hord