Husking Bee 8.6
On that day was the sky blue Many men didn't know it
coming
A few men knew that the day don't clear
A break many have melted away
The city destroyed by a little mass of iron
On that day the earth burnt to the ground
The secorching sun Fighter planes high up into the sky
Screams were mixed in a smoke mushroom
nevertheless,the people lived through
nevertheless,the city crept up
nevertheless,the city lived through
The number 8.6 is stanmped in the city
I want no more numbers fixed again
A mountain of black stiffs It was a night marish truth
I don't want it happen again
I'm proud I was born there
I'm proud I was brought up there
I like the peace and quiet of the town
