A Bomb

There are the one who shoot down bad guys
There are the one who clean them up
Some people start to sing 'bout when a star has died
And some kind humans fill my cup
I am an A — Bomb!
There are more than strange professions
E.g. those priest guys on TV!
Did not have a single lesson theory
And now look what became of me
I am an A — Bomb
Blind and deaf but strong
When I come along, somebody was wrong
Nice to have a lot of free-time
My work is really not too hard
And someday I’ll see the sunshine I am sure
This pleasure faster beats my heart!