Enola Gay - O.M.D.

E-no-la Gay, you should have stayed at home yes-ter-day
O-ho it can't des-cribe the fee-ling and the way you lied

These games you play, they're gon-na end it all in tears some-day
O-ho E-no-la Gay, it should-n't ev-er have to end this way

It's eight fif-teen, and that's the time that it's al-ways been
We got your mess-age on the ra-di-o,
con-di-tion's nor-mal and you're co-ming home

E-no-la Gay, is moth-er proud of little boy to-day
O-ho, this kiss you give, it's nev-er ev-er gon-na fade a-way

E-no-la Gay, should-n't ev-er have to end this way
O-ho E-no-la Gay, it should-'ve fad-ed our dreams a-way

It's eight fif-teen, oh that's the time that it's al-ways been
We got your mess-age on the ra-di-o,
con-di-tion's nor-mal and you're co-ming home

E-no-la Gay, is moth-er proud of little boy to-day
O-ho, this kiss you give, it's nev-er ev-er gon-na fade a-way-ay.