Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Napalm, artist - Conor Oberst. Date of issue: 16.03.2017
Song language: English
Napalm |
| It’s a quixotic quest on a hot summer’s night |
| I got a fistful of fireworks |
| I’m gonna try and set things right |
| I lost my inhibitions |
| I think I may have lost my wallet too |
| This dying land of plenty |
| There’s a whole lot of nothing to do |
| Oh, I’m Billy Pilgrim you’re a Dresden doll |
| They carpet bomb the city |
| Thank God they spared the mall |
| Let’s hold a vigil |
| For the kinda, sorta innocent |
| I guess I should defend your virtue |
| But the truth is I’m still on the fence |
| And old Heinrich Himmler, he never broke the law |
| Well, technically speaking as Sam Peckinpah |
| Sometimes you need a vigilante if you want to get a just thing done |
| And I don’t want to kill nobody |
| Whose only crime is worshiping the sun |
| Breakfast of napalm |
| Burn down the place where I belong |
| Arch rivals make love |
| And they gotta keep it secret |
| They still do it with the lights on |
| And I got bad nostalgia for what came before |
| Sad reenactments of a civil war |
| My heartache is obsessive |
| I just wish that I could let it go |
| But there’s a mountain down in Georgia |
| With a kickass laser light show |
| And I can always convice you you’re just like Patty Hearst |
| Or you’re sympathetic, baby, when I’m at my worst |
| I don’t want to brainwash you |
| I just wish that you would change your tune |
| 'Cause I’ve been gunning for redemption |
| And I think I’ll hit the bullseye soon |
| Chartreuse and menthols |
| Burn down the town that we were from |
| I lost my true love to a three-alarm fire |
| They tried to put out with a squirt gun |
| Sing little child like a Nightingale |
| Sing little child, send me anthrax through the mail |
| I wanna to know you, I wanna know if you are true |
| Because the closer I get to you is the further that I feel from you |
| Breakfast of napalm |
| Burn down the place where we belong |
| Arch rivals make love |
| And they gotta keep the secret |
| They gotta keep it secret |
| They gotta keep it secret |
| They still do it with the lights on |