I never told you but it's time you learned the truth about your mom She was working for the Soviets when they stole the atomic bomb And you were born in a bomb bay in Bombay when they turned the search lights on. So
Don't mourn, don't cry All god's children have a right to die And she did more living than the next guy
I know some things are hard to hear but I'll say them anyway Your real father was a bombardier for the good old USA And your momma was passing secrets to the underground when they stole your pa away. So
Don't mourn, don't cry All god's children have a right to die And she did more living than the next guy
It all sounds crazy, but I swear it's true; just ask your aunt Louise You know your momma was a lot like you and she lived her life for peace So, don't be sorry for what you didn't do, just thank god for her release
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