The Spirit of Oklahoma

On a sunny August day, much like any other day

Soaring overhead: America, the brave!

A tiny little airplane called Enola Gay

Performed both its first and final air raid

It dropped a bomb called Little Boy

That killed ten thousand little boys

In a flash and, in time, killed a quarter million more

Then, my teacher taught me, they flew to Nagasaki

To show those nameless Japanese what-for

To this day, we justify the use of weapons that vaporize

A hundred-thousand innocents in the blink of an eye

This is how we know those guns aren’t just for show

This machine is flesh and blood and bone

So break the bones, and rip the flesh, and spill the blood they stole

Smash the crowns and let the heads roll! Oklahoma!
On a sunny August day, much like any other day

In the just nation, America the brave

The FBI got the green light to shoot on sight

They killed Weaver’s son, then they killed his wife

Then that sniper showed up next in Waco, Texas

To shoot another crazy fuck named David Koresh

His followers all died in the ensuing blaze

Only some of the children managed to escapeIt was just another day for Timothy McVeigh

When he lit that fuse and blew more innocents away

He couldn’t let it go, he wanted them to knowThis machine is flesh and blood and bone

So break the bones, and rip the flesh, and spill the blood they stole

Smash the crowns and let the heads roll! Oklahoma! Oklahoma!