We all worship, the dropping of the bomb,

for it helped to bring our fathers home.

In the instant of the blinding blast,

our brothers and sisters had a past.

The mushroom cloud may be evil today,

some say we may have only needed a display,

tell that to the spirits, where the bodies lay,

at Hickam, Wake and the bottom of the bay.

- Bongo ( Hiroshima mon amour )