Patron Saint of Bridge Burners - The Spirit of Oklahoma! | Текст песни

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On a sunny August day, much like any other day, soaring overhead; America, the brave! A tiny little airplane called Enola Gay performed both its first and final air raid. It dropped a bomb called little boy that killed ten thousand little boys in a flash and, in time, killed a quarter million more. Then, my teacher taught me, they flew to Nagasaki to show those nameless Japanese what-for. To this day, we justify the use of weapons that vaporize a hundred-thousand innocents in the blink of an eye. This is how we know those guns aren’t just for show.

This machine is flesh and blood and bone, so break the bones and rip the flesh and spill the blood they stole. Smash the crowns and let the heads roll! Oklahoma!

On a sunny August day, much like any other day, in the just nation America brave, the FBI got the green light to shoot on sight; they killed Weaver’s son and then they killed his wife. Then that sniper showed up next in Waco, Texas to shoot another crazy fuck named David Koresh. His followers all died in the ensuing blaze; only some of the children managed to escape.

It was just another day for Timothy McVeigh when he lit that fuse and blew more innocents away. He couldn’t let it go. He wanted them to know:

This machine is flesh and blood and bone, so break the bones and rip the flesh and spill the blood they stole. Smash the crowns and let the heads roll! Oklahoma! Oklahoma!