Bombed Song Lyrics
Bombed by Mark Lanegan Band Love, there are flowers hanging in the vine
So high you cannot see
Now my mind must go on holiday
Torn from its hook, a broken valentine
I see the smoke from a revolver
Will I get hit? I hardly care
When I'm bombed, I stretch like bubblegum
And look too long straight at the morning sun
Love, there are flowers along the avenue
All things perfectly in place
I build a shrine, I set a monument
Because you're fire, because you're a fire escape