Sam Fender — Hypersonic Missiles
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Dutch kids huff balloons in the parking lot
The golden arches illuminate the business park
I eat myself to death, feed the corporate machine
I watch the movies, recite every line and scene
God bless America and all of its allies
I'm not the first to live with wool over my eyes
I am so blissfully unaware of everything
Kids in Gaza are bombed, and I'm just out of it
The tensions of the world are rising higher
We're probably due another war with all this ire
I'm not smart enough to change a thing
I've no answers, only questions, don't you ask a thing
Oh, silver tongue suits and cartoons, they rule my world
Singing, it's a high time for hypersonic missiles
And when the bombs drop, darling
Can you say that you've lived your life?
Oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles
The cities lie like tumours all across the world
A cancer eating mankind, hitting it on blindside
They say I'm a nihilist, 'cause I can't see
Any decent rhyme or reason for the life of you and me
But I believe in what I'm feeling
And I'm falling for you
This world is gonna end
But 'til then, I'll give you everything I have
I'll give you everything I have
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(C'mon)
Oh, silver tongue suits and cartoons, they rule my world
Singing, it's a high time for hypersonic missiles
When the bombs drop, darling
Can you say that you've lived your life?
Oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles
Then you'll do the same, only the names change, honey
You can join their club if you're born into money
It's a high time for hypersonic missiles
And, oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles
And, oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles
Oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles
The golden arches illuminate the business park
I eat myself to death, feed the corporate machine
I watch the movies, recite every line and scene
God bless America and all of its allies
I'm not the first to live with wool over my eyes
I am so blissfully unaware of everything
Kids in Gaza are bombed, and I'm just out of it
The tensions of the world are rising higher
We're probably due another war with all this ire
I'm not smart enough to change a thing
I've no answers, only questions, don't you ask a thing
Oh, silver tongue suits and cartoons, they rule my world
Singing, it's a high time for hypersonic missiles
And when the bombs drop, darling
Can you say that you've lived your life?
Oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles
The cities lie like tumours all across the world
A cancer eating mankind, hitting it on blindside
They say I'm a nihilist, 'cause I can't see
Any decent rhyme or reason for the life of you and me
But I believe in what I'm feeling
And I'm falling for you
This world is gonna end
But 'til then, I'll give you everything I have
I'll give you everything I have
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(C'mon)
Oh, silver tongue suits and cartoons, they rule my world
Singing, it's a high time for hypersonic missiles
When the bombs drop, darling
Can you say that you've lived your life?
Oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles
Then you'll do the same, only the names change, honey
You can join their club if you're born into money
It's a high time for hypersonic missiles
And, oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles
And, oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles
Oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles
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I’m not devaluing the song, but the intro and leitmotif of this piece are clearly inspired by the traditional Spanish saetas performed during Holy Week, particularly in Seville, Andalusia, and other regions of Spain. Well, at least it brings recognition to the original art form.
From 2019 but feels like it could have been written for the start of 2025. Good track!
Wow, what a voice. I thought it was Hannah Reid (London Grammar). Now that might be an interesting duet.
Dutch kids huff balloons in the parking lot. That's so true. (nitrous oxide)