Manhattan Rain

Little girl in the street playin' around.
Slanted eyes, not a trace of a frown.
Happy to play with the little boy until
the rain came down.

Manhattan Rain.

Nothing but a flash, hotter than the night.
Screaming from the gas that gave my lungs a fright.
Try to open my eyes, but it's hard to see when the
death sets in.

Manhattan Rain.

Last one standing don't hear a sound.
All is silent in a once was town.
The bomb is God and we're all fearful of a little boys'
burn.

Manhattan rain.