Lyric Don t Mourn, Don t Cry
by Dean Friedman
I never told you but it s time you learned the truth about your mom.
She was working for the Soviets when they stole the atomic bomb.
And you were born in a bomb bay in Bombay when they turned the search lights on. So,
Don t mourn, don t cry.
All god s children have a right to die.
And she did more living than the next guy.
I know some things are hard to hear but I ll say them anyway.
Your real father was a bombardier for the good old USA.
And your momma was passing secrets to the underground when they stole your pa away. So,
Don t mourn, don t cry.
All god s children have a right to die.
And she did more living than the next guy.
It all sounds crazy, but I swear it s true; just ask your aunt Louise.
You know your momma was a lot like you and she lived her life for peace.
So, don t be sorry for what you didn t do, just thank god for her release.
Don t mourn, don t cry.
All god s children have a right to die.
And she did more living than the next guy.
I never told you but it s time you learned the truth about your mom.
She was working for the Soviets when they stole the atomic bomb.
And you were born in a bomb bay in Bombay when they turned the search lights on. So,
Don t mourn, don t cry.
All god s children have a right to die.
And she did more living than the next guy.
I know some things are hard to hear but I ll say them anyway.
Your real father was a bombardier for the good old USA.
And your momma was passing secrets to the underground when they stole your pa away. So,
Don t mourn, don t cry.
All god s children have a right to die.
And she did more living than the next guy.
It all sounds crazy, but I swear it s true; just ask your aunt Louise.
You know your momma was a lot like you and she lived her life for peace.
So, don t be sorry for what you didn t do, just thank god for her release.
Don t mourn, don t cry.
All god s children have a right to die.
And she did more living than the next guy.
