Kamikaze Folly
Fighter pilot forty-five
Wanted to make a final dive
He plunged his craft
As he was daft
And didn’t come out alive.
In all his life, he’d never won
A medal that wasn’t consolation
So he tipped his plane
Just like his brain
And caused a conflagration.
Kamikaze
Dance with me
You look hot on fire
Kamikaze
Crash and flee
We’ll make your funeral pyre.
The ammunition had run dry
As he darted through the sky
With a boyish whistle
He became the missile
Who could say that he was shy?
Kamikaze
Dance with me
You look hot on fire
Kamikaze
Crash and flee
We’ll make your funeral pyre.
And as he descended onto ground
There was no one to be found
And he made a crater
That they could think later
Was a folly most renowned.
Kamikaze, you killed no enemy
What did you do?
What did you do?
Kamikaze, you killed no enemy
You killed no one but you.
No one but you
