Bombs Away Songtext
von Emilyn Brodsky

This is five years and four thousand orgasms later
We′ve killed all the goths and we've killed all the skaters
We′ve run around naked and run around clothed
And I've broken my own heart and broken your nose
This is our weapon made up of small gestures
And sweat and love letters, gunpowder and hope
This is our weapon and we will perfect it, we will perfect it
And let the thing blow

There is no way to feel or fall or fade away

Without losing days and days and days


Until the days turn into years
And until all of the simple fears
Turn into complexes and conversations
About lesbian separatist spaces
How long have we been yelling?
And what is it that you're trying to sell me on this?
Beds with girls whose little heads are full of
Hopes of having a stronger constitution
And dreams about a revolution

This is our weapon made up of small gestures
And sweat and love letters, gunpowder and hope
This is our weapon and we will perfect it, we will perfect it and let
This is our weapon made up of small gestures
And sweat and love letters, gunpowder and hope
This is our weapon and we will perfect it, we will perfect it
And let the thing blow