all bam boo

There were spiders in the tunnels,
there were phantoms in the air,
and the villages rose up
like they were made to burn.

( it was all
bam
boo

It was stone
on stone

It was us
and jungle

It was us
and alone )

We dropped out of the sky,
we kept the motor running,
we cut a hole in their world
and watched them all pour out.

( it was all
bam
boo... )

Women all came running
Holding children, burning,
We weren't afraid of dying
as much as going home.

( it was all
bam
boo... )

The world and his uncle
came with everything,
and we were all long gone,
but it followed us home.

( it was all
bam
boo... )

We were spiders in the tunnels,
We were phantoms in the air,
and the villagers rose up
like we were made to burn.

[[ This is a war song. Soldiers destroy a country and then the war follows them home one way or another. I started with Vietnam - Phantom jets and napalmed children -- but it could almost as easily be Iraq or any other asymmetric war of the last half century or so. ]]