Enola Gay, You should have stayed At home yesterday Ah ha words can´t describe The feeling and the way you lied These games you play They´re going to end in more than Tears some day Ah ha Enola Gay It shouldn´t ever have to end this way It´s eight fifteen And that´s the time that it´s always been We got your message on the radio Conditions normal and you´re coming home Enola Gay, Is mother proud of little boy today Ah ha this kiss you give, It´s never ever going to fade away