Far away from home
There's an eagle with no soul
Carrying a gift from hell
The mother of all bombs
A giant flash up in the sky
As the tv screen turns on
Some people here are laughing
Some others there are gone
Mother, mother of the pain
I'm dying, cryin' in the rain
I told my brother russ
You don't understand
By killing all your enemies
You can't clean your hands
He called me hippie freak
You don't understand
If you want to keep your peace
We gotta have some dead
We are killing each other
We are demeaning our breed
We're all sisters and brothers
There's no violence we need
Mother, mother of the pain
I'm dying, cryin' in the rain
Brothers, brothers in the rain
Gotta break the circle of the pain
Heavymeal - M.O.A.B. (Mother of All Bombs) Lyrics
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Far away from home
There's an eagle with no soul
Carrying a gift from hell
The mother of all bombs
A giant flash up in the sky
As the tv screen turns on
Some people here are laughing
Some others there are gone
Mother, mother of the pain
I'm dying, cryin' in the rain
I told my brother russ
You don't understand
By killing all your enemies
You can't clean your hands
He called me hippie freak
You don't understand
If you want to keep your peace
We gotta have some dead
We are killing each other
We are demeaning our breed
We're all sisters and brothers
There's no violence we need
Mother, mother of the pain
I'm dying, cryin' in the rain
Brothers, brothers in the rain
Gotta break the circle of the pain
There's an eagle with no soul
Carrying a gift from hell
The mother of all bombs
A giant flash up in the sky
As the tv screen turns on
Some people here are laughing
Some others there are gone
Mother, mother of the pain
I'm dying, cryin' in the rain
I told my brother russ
You don't understand
By killing all your enemies
You can't clean your hands
He called me hippie freak
You don't understand
If you want to keep your peace
We gotta have some dead
We are killing each other
We are demeaning our breed
We're all sisters and brothers
There's no violence we need
Mother, mother of the pain
I'm dying, cryin' in the rain
Brothers, brothers in the rain
Gotta break the circle of the pain
Writer: Nicola Buzzetti
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