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 bom
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