Sun burns the charcoal into fine glass   Beneath the coral undersea grass   Pearls are born in ocean's oyster sand   Trapped into beautifying every hand   Glamorous as any prisoner can      Diamond   Bombs away   Shot dead zirconium gun      Spy ready periscopes are looking out   War submarines of love have turned about   Fool's gold is shaped into a band   Trapped into beautifying every hand   Glamorous as any prisoner can      Diamond   Bombs away   Shot dead zirconium gun      Camouflage me, Kamikaze   Sabotage me, glitter shiny