A-Bomb Lyrics

Tell it to your mama

Tell it to the hills

Tell it to your favourite girl

I'm going for the kill

Stalking in the west end

Coming home to you

Everyone will say my name

When the morning's through

And I want it all

Yes I want you all

To myself

And I want it all

Yes I want you all

To myself

Cali's sons and fever dreams

New York City fun police

Is why we look

But cannot see

A girl is out

But never free

Let's make history

Put me out of the misery

Let yourself be free

And we'll fly fly fly fly fly

But you're twisting

And it turns me

So vile

Sweet cry cry cry cry cry

Moving through the gutters

Muddy shades of red

Banshees screech as drops of lead

Pour down upon your head

The sparrows are still singing

When the morning swells

Swelter in the midday sun

Dirty south canals

And I want it all

Yes I want you all

To myself

Cali's sons and fever dreams

New York City fun police

Is why we look

But cannot see

A girl is out

But never free

Let's make history

Put me out of the misery

Let yourself be free

And we'll fly fly fly fly fly

Tell it to your mama

Go

Tell it on the hills

Tell it to your favourite girl

I'm going for the kill

Stalking in the west end

I'm coming home to you

Everyone will say my name

When the morning's through

And I want it all

Yes I want you all

To myself

And I want it all

Yes I want you all

To myself

Cali's sons and fever dreams

New York City fun police

Is why we look

But cannot see

A girl is out

But never free

Let's make history

Put me out of the misery

Let yourself be free

And we'll fly fly fly fly fly

But you're twisting

And it turns me

So vile

Sweet cry cry cry cry cry