A Child of a Few Hours Is Burning to Death

A child of a few hours
 Is burning to death
 Her eyes are full of smoke
 Her mouth is full of fire
 Napalm is perfect
 For women and children
 Forgive us, Forgive us
 We should have called Suzy and Bobby
 They like to watch fires
 Pretend it's not happening
 It will be clipped
 Out of tomorrow's news show
 After the funeral after the feast, baby
 With so many bodies at our feet
 We should have called Suzy and Bobby
 They like to watch fires
 We all are nothing
 But soft moist people
 With soft moist hands
 Folded over our buttons
 Silently sleeping
 Cold and unmoving and doing nothing
 We should have called Suzy and Bobby
 They like to watch fires
 A child of a few hours
 Is burning to death
 Her eyes are full of smoke
 Her mouth is full of fire