Enola Gay-Enola Gay

Enola Gay - Enola Gay He didn't give you that nickname But you smile when he calls you the Enola Gay Turns the lights down low for your migraines And fetches what you've strewn All around the room up and down the hall Asking for your Sodium Pentathol So you can read aloud from your big tell-all Anecdotes in platitudes This world's mean getting meaner too So why'd you have to make it all about you There's no harm in stepping to the side Light your hurricane lamp when the sky grows dark The wind's pissed off and the sun's at large What you've gotta do, it's just a matter of pride Until you vanish like the rest, out of sight and out of mind Working all day in the control room Mashing Charles Manson songs up with Showtunes The feelings come quick but they leave as soon Like music from a passing car It's crowded in the club where you meet your friends Try to save some room for the elephant Every day's a chore and you're not done yet You didn't think it'd be this hard The root's begun, we're a nervous crew So why're you trying to make it all about you It's not so bad, it's just a flash of light Light your hurricane lamp when the sky goes dark The rain's upset, it just falls apart You will get your wish, it's just a matter of time Until you vanish like the rest, out of sight and out of mind Until you vanish like the rest, out of sight