They still remember
the day when Little Boy
dropped from his womb
They still remember
how their homes became
their children's tombs
Their suffer mourn each soul
who died that August morning
Why don't we listen
why don't we heed the warning
Hiroshima, the place
where innocence was burned
Hiroshima, the memory makes
my stomach turn
Hiroshima, the world should
truly feel the shame
Hiroshima, the place
where facing death became
the way of life
So many children have been born
who cannot read or write
They cannot speak
they cannot hear
and some have lost their sight
Adults with infant minds
don't know the reason why
for they were in
their mothers' wombs
when death fell from the sky
Hiroshima, the place
where innocence was burned
Hiroshima, the memory makes
my stomach turn
Hiroshima, the world should
truly feel the shame
Hiroshima, the place
where facing death became
the way of life
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The rest of us should learn
a lesson from their sorrow
so we can stop it all
happening tomorrow
Hiroshima, the place
where innocence was burned
Hiroshima, the memory makes
my stomach turn
Hiroshima, the world should
truly feel the shame
Hiroshima, the rest of us
must take the blame
Hiroshima, the place
where innocence was burned
Hiroshima, the memory makes
my stomach turn
Hiroshima, men came to shadows
where they stood
Hiroshima, this kind of evil
brings no good
No, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, woah