Bomb

Sweat drips down his face as he walks into the place
That he walks by every single day
He's only 21, but when his job is done
Never again will he walk this way

He leaves his bag underneath the seat
He breaths new air back on city streets
He knows love grows but a war must be won
So his bomb that's aimed to kill and maim ticks on and on

The suit and tie that works downtown is standing in the underground
And he reads the New York Times while he waits
There's a woman on the phone
Says she's on her way home
She could have saved a quarter if she knew her fate

The suit, the tie is a thin disguise
For a body that has departed, the soul left to rot inside
And they will not be spared and they will not escape
The bomb is in a briefcase aimed against the bourgeois state

No chance, no way, they will not escape
No chance, no way, they will not escape
'Cause from the day that you're born you're told what to do
And I think that seems a good enough excuse
So what do you when you can't take it no more?
Conceal a time bomb in the heart of a department store